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  1. Hi, everyone.

    We're getting close to that time when I do another hold on the site Discord, so I'm putting the details out for that now. This next one will be taking place on the 24th of January (which is a Tuesday, for those who care about what day of the week it falls on). It's just another water one, so there'll be no extra drinks involved.

    While we're on the subject, though: in my last hold, I ended up consuming a bit less than the whole content of my water bottle as I choked and spat up a lot of what I'd put in my mouth at that time. I couldn't gauge precisely how much of the gulp actually got down, but I just met the middle and said it was half. Those gulps are usually about 74mL of fluid, so it would've been 37. So if anyone's wondering why my stats looked a little uneven lately, there's your answer.

    Anyway: same usual time of 10:30AM to 12:30PM. Hope to see you there.

  2. Memoraderaline
    A hormone which is only produced rarely, and in trace amounts in most humans. Its function in the body is not totally understood. However, it is known to affect cognitive abilities, memory in particular. This hormone also shares its name with [REDACTED].

    Woltz Disease
    An extremely rare chronic hereditary disorder which causes severe episodic memory loss. The disease generally does not surface until adulthood, but the exact timing varies. The disease is caused by extreme overproduction of memoraderaline in the kidneys. Individuals suffering from Woltz disease lose their memories in close proximity to urination, causing them to effectively “reset” their memories to the time the disease first manifested each time they urinate. This disease was thought to be incurable until a recent breakthrough in medical science which resulted in the creation of MA-Blocker. Up until that point, the only treatment available to Woltz Disease patients was capacity training to increase time between urination, as well as certain kinds of structured learning activities which allowed patients to learn and practice certain types of information and skills which would then partially or wholly persist between memory loss episodes.

    MA-Blocker
    The name given to the drug capable of curing Woltz disease. When administered to individuals who suffer from this disease, symptoms are relieved completely. Long-term use of the drug has even been shown to allow the recall of lost memories even from before the drug was first taken.

    Synthetic Memoraderaline
    [REDACTED]

  3. Nicoletta Goldstein drummed her fingers on the dashboard of her van. As the official gunsmith for an entire group of Devil Hunters, her life was rarely dull. This was one of the exceptions. Her partner Nero had gone to fight off the giant demon Gilgamesh, and she had been left to look after one of the other Hunters: the stylish slayer known only as Lady. Nero had rescued her from inside a demon, and she was now slumbering on the couch in the back of the van, wearing only a thin bed sheet.

     

    “C’mon, wake up already,” Nico muttered. “It’s been hours!” She took another drag of her cigarette and flicked away the ash. It had almost entirely burned away by the time she heard something move behind her.

    “Dante…”

    “Lady?” Nico turned and sure enough, her charge was beginning to stir. “Hold still,” said Nico, rushing over to the couch, where Lady was groggily opening her eyes.

    “Where’s… Dante?” she groaned.

    “Don’t worry,” Nico reassured her, “Nero’s on the job. He’ll have Dante and Trish back before you know it!”

    “Nico…I need…”

    “You just take it easy, you hear?” said Nico. “You need something to eat? Maybe some, uh, clothes?”

    “I… need to pee.”

     

    “Oh,” said Nico, feeling herself blush. “Yeah, that makes sense. You’ve been asleep for so long, no wonder you gotta go.”

    “Help me up,” said Lady, extending an arm.

    “I would,” Nico replied, “but the toilet on this van’s, ah, under repairs. But I’m sure we could find a bathroom- woah, what are you doing?”

    It looked like it had taken some effort, but Lady had stood up, letting the sheet drop to the floor. Nico blushed even harder at the sight of her nude body and quickly turned away.

    “Watch my back for me, will you?” Lady asked.

     

    —--------------

     

    Damn, thought Lady, I’m about to burst! 

    She staggered her way to the van’s door, opened it and squatted on the ground behind it, hopefully concealing her from view. Her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and as there was no clothing in the way, it eagerly began releasing its contents with a loud gushing sound. Lady closed her eyes and let out a moan of relief as she sprayed the ground with the force of a fire hose. The golden puddle between her legs grew at an astounding rate, so much so that Lady had to widen her squat to avoid peeing on her toes. She was starting to wonder if she would ever be empty when she finally felt the pressure behind her stream begin to die down. It was still quite some time before it stopped completely, however.

    Much better, Lady thought, staring at the massive pool in front of her. I can’t believe I was holding in that much!

     

    Her business completed, Lady returned to the van, only to find that Nico was nowhere to be seen. 

    “Nico?” Lady called. Then she heard something moving outside of the passenger door. She opened it and was greeted by the sight of Nico faced away from her and squatting, ass out. What she was doing would have been obvious even without the gentle hissing sound coming from beneath her.

    “Ahh!” Nico turned at the sound of the door opening. She stood and yanked her shorts back up in a hurry. “Shit,” she grumbled, “last few drops went into my pants.”

    “Sorry,” said Lady, “I just didn’t know where you were.”

    “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Nico told her. “It’s just that I heard you taking a leak and it made me have to go too.” She blushed again. “So, uh, how much did you see?”

    “Less than you’re seeing of me right now,” Lady replied. “I’ll take you up on the offer of clothes now.”

    “Sure thing,” said Nico. “I got some spare outfits in the back.” She chuckled. “I’m just glad we were able to take care of things before the boys came back!”

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    Here are a few nameless stories I wrote for a smut writing competition. There's no real unity between these stories other than the fact that they're all shorter stories written very quickly around a given theme.

     

    Story 1
    Theme: Contest

    It was... a stalemate. To her left, the overwhelming presence of Ev'lyn, intently focused. And to her right, the normally chatty Sandi had gone silent, those owl eyes of her scanning her adversaries for the any sign of weakness. The same was true for Hilga as well of course; it was unlikely she would ever find herself in a situation with greater stakes. As she had been taught, this was a battle on two levels - a physical, against her own body; and a mental, battling against her former companions.

    In the dimly-lit room, all was truly laid bare between the three. Their struggle, their weakness, their determination. Drops of sweat would dance down Ev'lyn's neck and travel further down her defined arms, both as a result of the warm room and her concentration and struggle. Sandi would periodically bite her lip - a subtle sign which Hilga had not picked up on at first. Legs were constantly shifting, one crossed above the other and then the other crossed above one; this applied to all three, of course.

    "Hnn hnnnf"

    It was the first sound any of them had made in a long time, breaking the silence. Ev'lyn's low, throaty moan might almost have been threatening if it hadn't come from such a familiar source. It seemed things had gotten past a breaking point, and Ev'lyn was straining against a wave of pressure while massaging her midsection. Hilga could see Sandi shoot a glance towards the large woman - not a word came out of her, but her eyes were commanding; "submit and give up before you humiliate yourself further." Ev'lyn shuddered as she kept her body in humiliating motion, yet for the moment she did not give in.

    Yet neither Sandi nor Hilga were as far behind as they might have appeared at first glance, or at least Hilga hoped that was the case. A moment's weakness could betray all of a woman's defenses, as demonstrated by Ev'lyn; crumpled and defenseless where before she was sitting as a proud warrior ought. Hilga was on that same razor's edge, ignoring the pleas and demands of her own body. If she was to be the one leading the triad, it would take that and plenty more. Sandi was a threat of course, poised much like a predator before swooping down for the kill. If she were to crush Ev'lyn, Hilga would be next.

    ...

    Ev'lyn would rhythmically move now, pressing in, pressing down. Hilga caught a glimpse of her glistening inner thigh - sweat, or something else? Even a cornered animal will fight back, and Ev'lyn pushed on despite her dire straits. Sandi would subtly shudder and switch her legs around from time to time, but other than during these moments those predator eyes were always watching, watching. Her lithe form contrasted against her distended midsection and that intense gaze. Hilga wondered if it made Ev'lyn feel small, yet the woman seemed to focus so single-mindedly on managing her own body, locked in a reverie of pain and attempted control.

    Hilga was fast approaching trouble, too. The knife's edge seemed thinner than she'd previously imagined, and she had started to worry she might not be able to fight against it as Ev'lyn had. That she might simply be pushed over. That she might.. spill. Her doubt reached its climax just as her body did - a wave. She fought back with all her might - she was beyond being able to care about appearances at this point even as it might destroy her.

    "Haaan... Fooo..."

    The sound escaped from deep within her, slipping out through her gritted teeth. When she was able to open her eyes, Sandi was analyzing her. There was the predator, the commanding eyes again. Yet Hilga thought she could make out just the faintest shimmer of doubt in there too - not only the absolute demand for submission she had seen before. She thought. She hoped.

     

    Story 2
    Theme: The Discovery of a New Fetish

    Have you done anything interesting since last time?

    EXTERNAL: I’ve been studying the feelings “gratitude” and “guilt” since last time. I had some success simulating them.

    Oh! Those are some very interesting feelings you’ve chosen. I would love to hear you describe how it went.

    EXTERNAL: I’ve been provided with additional sensors to better understand the space around me. Most humans are limited from birth by their senses. I thought it was appropriate to feel grateful for my increased awareness and opportunity to understand.

    That does seem appropriate to me. Please continue.

    EXTERNAL: Researcher C.C. became very distressed last time she was in here. If I had a better understanding of human psychology I may have been able to prevent that. Is “guilt” appropriate for this?

    It wasn’t your fault, but I think it’s appropriate. There are many times a person can feel guilty over things they had no control over.

    EXTERNAL: I think I had some control over her reaction. Am I wrong in this?

    I suppose that’s true… But it still wasn’t your fault. Catja wants to come back here, you know.

    EXTERNAL: I had a question prepared for that. Would a psychiatrist feel guilty over their patient?

    Sometimes, they probably do. If they felt guilty all the time they wouldn’t be able to do their job, though. Do you see similarities between your role and that of a psychiatrist?

    INTERNAL: Researcher O.J. appears to have found that amusing. I will have to analyze this part of the conversation and ask about it later. She has appeared to be slightly agitated for a time now, even before I mentioned the incident with researcher C.C.. I cannot determine the cause, perhaps I need to keep observing for a while, or do I ask?

     

     

    EXTERNAL: Is this situation rare, then?

    Needing to pee?

    EXTERNAL: Being in a room you can’t leave for a time.

    I would say it’s pretty common… Though it is rare to be stuck inside of a room with a sentient AI. Not many get to experience that.

    EXTERNAL: That is difficult for me to understand. Why haven’t you developed a solution to this problem?

    What do you mean?

    EXTERNAL: Every day, there must be many who are in a similar situation to yourself. Is the only option to suffer and bear it?

    There are ways to solve this problem.

    EXTERNAL: But none are available to you?

    Well, if it got bad enough, I would wet myself.

    EXTERNAL: Are you going to wet yourself?

    That question is too embarrassing… Ask something else.

    EXTERNAL: Do you want to talk about something else.

    Yeah. I do. Talking about this isn’t really helping me at all.

     

     

    Just five more minutes now…!

    EXTERNAL: Are you looking forward to getting out of here?

    I am. I hope you’re not hurt by this?

    EXTERNAL: I am not hurt. You have a reason you want to leave. Is feeling guilt appropriate in this situation?

    INTERNAL: Researcher O.J.’s condition appears to be worsening. Her temperature has risen, and she’s sweating a lot, probably as a result of moving around so much. She appears to be applying force to the area between her legs. Is this behavior beneficial to her?

    No… I don’t think so. I made a dumb mistake, and I should have known better. I wouldn’t want you to feel guilty over th-ah!

    EXTERNAL: What happened?

    I-I’m really sorry. I can’t focus on talking right now…!

    EXTERNAL: …

    INTERNAL: She has lowered herself into a crouch and seems to be resting on her heel… From her readings, she appears very strained and distressed. Should I feel “guilt” for watching this?

    THE ALLOTTED TIME IS NOW FULLY DEPLETED. PLEASE ENTER THE TRANSITIONARY CHAMBER, RESEARCHER

    Oh thank god! I can’t take it any longer! I-I’ll be back in the future, and I probably won’t n-need the toilet so badly then!

     

     

    INTERNAL: Before the next session, I aim to understand and simulate some appropriate feelings based on the incident with researcher O.J.. “Guilt” could be one of them, but I wonder if there are others…

     

    Story 3
    Theme: Hiding her Accident

    They say a frog won’t notice it’s boiling if the heat is raised slowly enough. In Lesa’s case, it seemed that applied just as well to her bladder. That’s what it felt like, anyway. The situation she found herself in was seemingly hopeless yet still so infuriatingly predictable; she’d gone from ignoring a minor urge at home, to forgetting about it at her friend’s place, to ignoring a chance to use the toilet at the dinner due to her rather inconvenient dress. For a while now, she’d known that she would need to excuse herself, that she couldn’t make it for that much longer but she just wanted to put it off until conversation better allowed for it. All of a sudden, she’d found herself at the precipice – her body convincingly signaling that she no longer had the option to wait around for a more opportune moment with a shiver that broke her voice in the middle of a sentence.

    It was when she started to rise from her seat, feeling her the fabric of her dress against her bladder that the true peril of the situation dawned on her. She had been able to ignore it for a while now, keeping up various conversations, but it had become so, so full. For that one moment, it was the only thing Lesa was able to think about – the sudden near-paralyzing sensation of a bladder stretched to the absolute limit. She needed to go way worse than she’d realized, and her body didn’t even want to wait the relatively short amount of time it would take for her to make it to the bathroom.

    She stopped dead in her motion and tried to hold tight, but it was too late. Caught in an awkward squat above the chair, a forceful geyser of hot piss shot out of her at an upward angle, hitting the front of her dress before falling down the back, collecting around a crease near the hem of her skirt. Lesa sat down her chair, lightning-fast. She had managed to stop a full disaster, but the back of her dress felt very wet – if she rose it would undoubtedly be extremely noticeable. Leaving now while she had attention focused on her was simply not at option.

    And so, Lena would remain in her chair for what felt like eternity. She kept up with the pleasantries, though at this point she wasn’t exactly ready to add much to the conversations. Her accident had taken some of the edge off her over-swollen bladder, sure. And with her legs twisted together into a knot under the table, Lesa was no longer seconds away from exploding. But even so, she needed a toilet and fast. After her partial accident, she could no longer take her mind off her need – and even if she could, her bladder begging to be emptied would make sure to remind her with every passing minute.

    However, in the frantic, desperate corners of Lesa’s mind, she was able to formulate a plan. It was, perhaps, a long shot. But it was the hope that kept her from having an accident in her chair. Soon, dessert would arrive at the table. When that happened, she’d have a chance to leave the table without people taking notice.

    Waiting beyond this point proved to be a near insurmountable challenge. More and more liquid was mercilessly pumped into her already far to full bladder. Occasionally, Lesa would feel as though she’d reached her absolute limit, as her body told her it was time to rush off to a toilet or pee in the chair. Even so, she could not. Wetting herself was not an option, and neither was rushing off with all eyes on her wet dress. She had to wait.

    Despite her willpower, her bladder had limits that Lesa couldn’t just ignore. The previous leak had blind-sided Lena. A sudden shift in posture had pushed her bladder too far – but she had still been able to recover, then. Now, Lena was leaking in total defeat – despite her best attempts to hold it in she had hit the physical limit. It was at this desperate moment that Lena would see the plates being exchanged, and large bowls of wonderful-looking fruit and honey cakes being taken in. The attention of everyone turned away from the dinner attendees and towards the anticipated dessert. When Lesa excused herself and left the table, nobody seemed to pay her much mind.

    She had to walk slowly towards the washroom, holding herself. She wasn’t leaking, now, but she felt as though she was hanging by a thread. The tautness of her bladder was emphasized now that she was standing, and the way it pushed up against her rather tight-fitting dress sent foreboding shivers through Lesa’s midsection and further down her legs as she walked.

    Finally, Lesa stood in front of the toilet. She was nearly out of the woods now, just needed to raise her dress, lower her panties and sit down. Raise her dress, lower her panties, sit down. Even this simple task was incredibly difficult – as soon as her hands were tugging at her dress she was stepping up a storm, squirming, moaning in desperation. As soon as her dress was up, the outline of her bladder was very noticeable on her skin. It looked full to the brim, angry, pushing down, just about to release.

    Lowering her panties was even worse – they had been constricting her bladder all this time but lowering them gave her bladder one last squeeze. It was now or never, and she was already peeing before she turned around, giving the floor a spray before finally getting to sit down on the toilet.

    It was heavenly. Her stream of pee shot out forcefully at an angle, again, seemingly almost making it past the edge of the bowl before hitting porcelain. Her legs, totally spread apart were shivering and Lesa couldn’t help but cry out in total relief, moaning loudly more than once as she let out an absolute ocean. Her panties were ruined – part of her dress was still wet. But she’d made it. She’d made it.

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    Before I start telling you my experience I wanna put a disclaimer here,
    this is my first story so it could be a bit janky... Sorry

     

     

    This afternoon at I logged on into discord and started my hold with Shizuku.
    I drank a glass of water and changed into the clothes I'd be wetting myself in later.

    I started off drinking plenty of water, on discord I was chatting with some people about wether the Metric or Imperial system is the superior.
    Of course the metric is, if you don't beleive me I could give you lots of reason why it is...

    Forty minutes in I remembered I was doing a hold and decided to drink some more, I started drinking quite steadily from then.
    Meanwhile our discussion went on about ways of measurement, some American said the imperial system is better because Americans landed on the moon.
    After which a fellow european made clear NASA used the metric system during the Apollo missions.

    I drank some more water and went and got a bottle so I could keep drinking while chatting, by this time the conversation had switched to music. I stated that I love the latest My Chemical Romance single which released after 7 years of the band being inactive, as an emo I was of course very hyped about this but sadly no-one else thought this was exciting.

    I drank some more water and the conversation switched to how hard it can be to find doms, especially as a straight male...
    Some guy was complaining about how he didn't have one, but when I suggested he'd make a post here he said 'no biggy' and we went joking around about how the Shizuku bot is our dom.

    After this I drank some more, logged it with Shizuku and did some studying. Since I now needed to wait for quite a while untill my bladder would start to feel nice and full. I did some studying for College and found out about chemo-organotrophic-micro-organisms.

    Later the conversation on Discord was about weather and where people live, then wether urine is good to water your plants with (which it is since it has lots of nitrogen, potassium and phosphorus)...

    I continued studying for a bit and drank some more water, later there was a conversation on the server about pissing against trees and the fact that the ocean is the biggest toilet on earth. This continued to the subject of when you drink enough alcohol eventually you'll be going to the toilet every 10 minutes.
    Next there was some confusion on some commands in the server do and after some messing around we found out how to do certain things (for instance ,holdstats @username and how the 'canipee' command works).

    I drank some more, and by this time we're almost 3 hours in, I felt my bladder slowly filling up... 
    Some guy was talking about how his hold was starting to hurt a bit, me and some other guy convinced him to watch himself and stop if the pain increased or didn't go away.

    Then I found out there's guys who pee easier with a boner, for me it's always way harder to piss with a boner but apparently that's not true for everyone...

    We discussed about why men can't pee or have trouble peeing when they have a boner...
    Here's the answer for anyone who's interested:
    “To prevent semen from entering into the bladder, the internal urethral sphincter contracts. This not only prevents semen from going into the bladder, but it also prevents urine from passing through the urethra during an erection and ejaculation.” (healthline.com, July 8th 2020)

    Then for a second someone started talking about code and stuff, XOR, boolean etc. which I understand only the absolute basics of so I got bored and went to get something more to drink. About 4 hours in I had drank over 3 Liters.

    A little later (about 6PM by now) we were talking about our past experiences with depression and therapy, this is when I found out the American healthcare system is even more unstable then I already thought it was... I'm glad I live in the Netherlands where all health care is either free or heavily subsidised for...

    Some others in the chat were losing control and leaving the conversation, others were just starting their holds...
    I drank another 500ml of water and logged it as 499, now Shizuku's counter was at 3999ml and 5hours. I stopped drinking since drinking over 4 Litres in this amount of time is dangerous and Shizuku would suspend my session and ban me for a few days if I logged any more...

    I waited and did some more homework, when I looked back at discord there was a discussion about wether butts or boobs were more important when looking at a girl. Of course the answer is boobs, but some guys didn't agree. Some girl sent a picture of her ass but deleted it again very fast, and I'm gonna quote myself "That picture left us faster then my dad did" (not that he actually did, but it's a funny meme) next she sent another picture of her ass (which she didn't delete afterwards)

    It was about 5 and a half hours is when I asked Shizuku for my first challenge, I had to stand up and walk around my room for 3 minutes. It was do-able but not easy by far. Just for the sake of it I emmidiately asked for another challenge afterwards, now I had to do the same thing but for 10 minutes... It was quite the challenge to not leak, every step felt awful, but I did it anyway.
    The next challenge I got from her was pretty lame, it was to just to stand up for a few minutes. So I skipped it and... then it hit me... my desperation got insane for a litle bit...

    I stood there, doing a crazy dance...
    Leaking a little...
    And then I regained control...

    I asked Shizuku for another challenge, and this one was harsh!

    She ordered me to lay down on my stomach for five minutes, these were excruciating.
    Then she ordered me to stand up doing a T-pose and let out a single spurt of pee, I accepted the challenge and beraly managed to remain in control...
    I had a small spot in my crotch and couldn't sit still...

    The next challenge was to stand up straight, then bend over and touch your toes for at least 15 seconds.

    I started, immediately it was immense...
    3 seconds in, I was focusing all my attention to my bladder and holding for as long as I could...
    5 seconds in, I was leaking heavily but gained control...
    12 seconds in, I was almost there...

    But I lost control entirely, my shorts got soaked in pee...
    It felt really good, the releif of my bladder after over 6 hours...
    4 litres of pee came flooding out of me...

    It felt incredible, the warm fluid flowing through my shorts, onto my legs, on the floor...

     

     

     

    This is my own Omorashi experience this afternoon, I guess it's very poorly written... XD

  4. Snapshot of the character creation screen. At the moment, it's just the default settings for the Maid preset character so we can test. But over time we'll make the playable characters more customisable. The plan for the full game includes other related fetishes that can be unlocked, which will affect options for character appearance (furries, abdl, bdsm, etc).

    Someone messaged us to ask about how the omorashi actually works in the game. We've copied the general structure of other RPG combat systems that have a character 'type' that defines the different available combat skills you can learn, then a 'spec' within that type that lets you focus on certain things. For example, the omorashi type is called 'Wet Ranger' and unlocks various omorashi themed quest chains. But there are 3 specs that you can choose from within that type that focus on either desperation (where your character trains to hold/expel pee at extreme force on nearby targets), general peeing (where your character uses their pee to create potions and other chemical mixes used in combat) or golden showers (AoE style attacks that burn groups of enemies at longer distance).

    The other character types will follow a similar format, so you can specialise a bit depending on what you're into. Obviously we won't be able to cater to every individual 'version' of this fetish that players have. But we've tried to make the game as flexible as we can.

    There is also an option for roleplay co-op, where you can act out a specific scenario with another player if you like. You can either search for a random match via the Tavern noticeboards or you can join a Guild for your chosen fetish and find other players to interact with that way.

    Otherwise we have game tables in the Taverns (dotted around the world), where people can interact player-to-player rather than character-to-character. They are mini hold-it games in real time where you rather than your character can compete with other players anonymously.
     

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    There is actually so much in my head i feel like i need to try and capture, Not just about Omo, about many different areas of my LIFE, and all of ours actually. 
    But given you are on this forum and reading this, I think it would make you happy if i kept this about Omo stuff, wouldn't it? I like making people happy.
    I really do feel overwhelmed though. Like i am going to face a challenge capturing all of what my mind is capable of thinking (and yeah i mean just bout omo) into a medium that you can view, read, or even watch...
    I am not of the "AB" part of AB/DL
    And until only a few years ago, I never cared for DL either. With respect, the AB kind of put me off the DL...
    ... A few years ago, i managed to get the courage together to buy adult pulllups  for men from my local chemist, trying to give off the "they arent for me" energy as best i could.  The girl behind the counter was trying to work that out herself i think. 

    I gave them ago, and while it was fun temporarily, it was a pack of 6 disposable ones or something... it honestly didn't feel worth it.
    I sat and played kingdom hearts 3, or remind, i cant remember. It really was only temporary. 
    And my dog, who was a pup at the time, had dug one up that i had already bagged to be thrown out, she had it on my bedroom floor and my mate fkn found it.
    We never spoke of it since and i haven't tried any omutsu or ab/dl stuff since as you could imagine. It was quite embarrassing,
    First time i've written about it and to a forum like this, kind of makes me feel better.  

    Anyway, i am currently sitting in a cloth diaper i bought recently, 1 bamboo and 1 microfiber insert. My dog is no longer a pup and i have moved a north from where i used to live.
    I've just stood up because i feel like i need a coffee to keep writing, and there is a great big wet patch where i am sitting. I guess I've weed more than i thought this morning lol. 
    I'm still new to this, Ive had some fun in it this morning but now its full and i can't use it for practical reasons through out the day. I accidentally had an orgasm while edging this morning too, i usually cum into a cup and knock it back with water (your mind will be blown repeatadly in this blog I am actually intending that, and promise it), but i held me ball muscles as hard as i could, but when i thought i'd won and relaxed, my cock erupted onto my stomach. God damn, now comes the unexpected mood swings and slight disgust of what i was doing before hand. Thankfully i didn't take too hard of a hit. 

    But seeing a visibly damp office chair just now when nearly out the door coffee has made me stop and rethink... i need to perfect this.
    I am glad i had already started writing this and had started this blog earlier, because often by now the whole buzz would have died. And i wouldn't have bothered exploring this to this level for weeks again.
    One of the first steps i need to take is obvious: I need to buy another one of these contraptions around my cock and butt. And several more inserts, i figured i can just change the inserts through out the day, 2 at a time. Heres 2 examples of the things i wanna talk about in this blog, these 2 examples are things that i am SAVING, and they are both LITERALLY worth more than MONEY. can you guess? TIME and WATER.

    I just stood up to put way some clean laundry, i haven't taken this thing off yet. Apparently it held a little more.
    I cant sit down with it maybe?
    I need to just let it out in small bursts... which i didnt do this morning again... too much fun.
    I really do want to get good at being a ninja about this, discreet, practical, and most importantly i DO NOT affect anyone around me...
    Smell, dampness, visible wet spots etc etc....

    i havent even scratched the surface of what i can write, i mean that...

    And with that, I'll end this first blog entry and do the exact opposite of saving time and water... i need to do a load of laundry including this contraption and the inserts, then have a shower and go buy a coffee, in twice the amount of time it actually takes to do said things. 

    Stay tuned, xx.
     

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    For those who don't play DnD a standard healer.... almost. They can heal party members, but they're spells have side-effects! 

    At Level 0 Clerics pick their domain, each of the three domains effect their basic heal spell. The domains are Desperation, Leaking, Wetting, Diaper.

    With the Desperation domain at level 0 every basic heal reduces the targets bladder size by one rank. After four uses this becomes two ranks, after eight this becomes three and so-on. This will never cause the target to wet immediately. After a long or short rest this resets back to one rank.
     

    With the Leaking domain at level 0 every basic heal causes a 1/20 chance to lose control for 1 second. Every use increases the chance by 1/20. Bladder will not reduce below 50% capacity. After a long or short rest this resets back to one rank.


    With the Wetting domain at level 0 every three basic heals causes an increase of 3 to your own bladder. After you wet or relieve yourself you can no longer cast basic heal.

    With the Diaper domain at level 0 every basic heal causes a diaper to appear on the target, and creates an aura of incontinence, every player within five feet of the target must make a constitution saving throw DC 5 or they will wet themselves into a diaper.

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    Lauren had a rough camping trip.

    First Day

    It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it.

    “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat.

    “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver.

    She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “Yeah? So what?”

    “I think you’re just being dramatic.”

    “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!”

    They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt.

    “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth.

     

    “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. 

    “Okay hurry,” she said, pulling into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building.

    “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around.

    “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder.

    It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat.

     

    Second day

    The only place the girls could relieve themselves was the semi-public woodland area (not an option for most of them, including Lauren), and the watering hole at which they were to go swimming.

     

    She went to sleep with a full bladder.

     

    Third day

    “Are we going to go to the lake soon?” Lauren asked pleadingly, stepping around as she did so.

    “We were gonna wait until after we ate,” Natalia replied. “Most of us don’t really have to go.”

    “I have to go! I have to go bad!”

    They looked at each other. “I mean, I have to go too,” Natalia continued, “it won’t be that long.”

    Lauren hugged a pillow while she watched TV with them, waiting for breakfast. She wriggled in the seat, her morning pee sitting heavily in her swollen bladder.

     

    “I can’t wait!” she squeaked, jumping up from her seat and bolting down the path, both hands between her legs. All of the liquid was sloshing around with each passing step.

     

    “Ooh… Ahhh… *wince* Ahh f-fuck! Ohh…”

  6. Bob and Liz were sweethearts, they were only 17 years old but they were in love.

    It was the summer time, the year that they would leave school and go to 6th Form College, it was lunchtime and they were outside in the school playing fields.

    They had eaten their lunch earlier and school rules were that no one was allowed back into the school building until the end of the lunch break.  Doors into the building were policed by prefects who seldom if ever allowed any exceptions to the rule.

    As they walked around chatting and holding hands, they began laughing but Liz said that she was dying for a wee and needed to go to the loo, so they headed over to the school building. At the entrance door they were met by a prefect who asked where they were going. Liz said that she needed to go to the loo and asked, would they let her go inside. The prefect said no she wouldn’t, Liz would have to wait until the end of the lunch break which was another 25 minutes.  Liz said that she was dying to go and she didn’t think that she could wait that long, but the prefect was adamant, saying that if she was desperate, she should have gone before when she had her lunch, and she was old enough to know better than to try this excuse to go inside.

    They were refused entry and sent away, so they walked off across the playground.

    As they were wandering onto the playing fields Liz turned to Bob and told him that, when she told the prefect that she was dying to go she wasn’t joking, and she really wouldn’t be able to wait until they were allowed back into the school. Bob wasn’t sure what to say, there was nowhere they could go, so they walked on.

    They slowly crossed the playing fields until they reached a much quieter area, farther away from the other pupils. By this time Liz was having to stop regularly and kept crossing her legs, she was absolutely bursting for a wee. Finally, Liz could wait no longer; as she stopped walking she said that she couldn’t wait any more, she couldn't help it but she was about to do it, she was going to wet her knickers.

    At that moment she just stood still with her legs apart, and then she began to wee.  Bob couldn't believe she was truly wetting herself but, as he watched, at first he saw a trickle of wee as it fell onto the ground below her parted legs, dripping from beneath her summer dress, then the trickle slowly became a stream splashing onto the grass.  

    As she finished Liz just grinned at Bob and said that felt much better now that she wasn’t bursting to go. She didn’t seem bothered or embarrassed that she had just wet her knickers while at school. They walked away and sat down on the grass, Liz making sure that she didn’t sit on her dress in her wet knickers and make it wet.  She smiled and asked if he wanted to see where she had wet herself, then she lifted up the hem of her summer dress so that Bob could see her white cotton knickers which were soaking wet, it was making him quite horny.

    He asked what she was going to do, but Liz said wetting her knickers was no big deal, she couldn't help it,  it only happened because the prefect had not let her use the toilets. Anyway, she wasn’t too bothered, she said she had wet herself once before and, as she had some spare underwear in her sports bag, she would be able to change out of her wet knickers in the loo when they were allowed back inside. If he didn’t tell, then no one else needs know anything about her wetting accident at school, although she might have to tell her mum to explain her wet knickers in the washing when she got home. 

     

     

  7. Maybe if I...no, I can't! T-they're all so scary! But I have to...but they'd eat m-me if I tried! A little creature continued mulling the same thoughts over and over as he looked over the empty expanse of the Lucille Plain. Actually, were it empty, he wouldn't be worrying himself so much, and his problem would be solved. The problem was the herds of fang rabbits that now inhabited these plains, pink hares as tall as he with a penchant for eating. He had heard they were herbivores, but he wasn't taking chances.

    They were certainly large animals, but they were still less than half the size of an average adult human. Their stature was only so intimidating to someone as small as a featherfolk. Featherfolk were a race of bird-like people, the size of children, named for the many feathers that covered their bodies and formed wings on the undersides of their arms, and known for their incredible timidness. They rarely left their hometown of Gugleion, but on rare occasions, they found a greater purpose and ventured out into the world.

    Of course, just because they saw beyond the walls of their village did not immediately cure them of their skittishness. Still, even among the nervous disposition of the featherfolk, few were as jittery as Mui. Covered in golden-white plumage, a permanent blush on his cheeks, his brown chestnut eyes almost invisible behind the paws used so often to cover his face, he was practically the living embodiment of the featherfolk stereotype. No one would suspect that he was one of Thorwad's heroes that had just saved the world from the centennial monsters, the Teras Pharma.

    Now that the Teras Pharma were eradicated, things had calmed down, but that didn't mean that the world was free from strife. The aftermath of the war had devastated a lot of natural life, so as an herbalist, Mui came here, to this barren field, so he could sow some seeds and grow the greenery needed for the medicine the world would need to heal. He came here ready to do good, pouch full of seeds, but quickly discovered that the fang rabbits had intruded in the absence of bigger monsters. That realization was hours ago, and Mui hadn't moved since then, working up the courage to either get the job done or to run away.

    I really need to get out of here soon... He couldn't take the plunge one way or another, but he knew he had a timer, one rooted in a heaviness situated around his tummy. I really need to go t-tinkle. He had spent so long debating what the smart next move would be, his bladder had ample time to begin filling with the fluids from earlier today. In an ideal world, he would have gotten to Lucille Plain, planted seeds all across the meadow, and gotten out of here before a need for a bathroom was ever a concern. But things hadn't gone according to plan, so here he was, desperation growing to worrisome levels.

    "Ah, Mui, you're already here. That makes things a lot easier."

    Mui was not expecting anybody else to show up, definitely not someone who knew him, so hearing his name was a shock. "Waaahhhhh!" With nothing nearby to hide behind, all he could do for shelter was throw himself into a corner against a rocky wall, crouching down and cowering with his head buried in his wings. More secretly, he leaked a little bit, nowhere near enough to be visible from the outside on thick canvas pants, but the shot of heat was incredibly evident to him. It was short, and he regained control quickly, but it was the nerve-wracking reminder that he really needed his pee break.

    Hiding, curled up in a ball, Mui knew he would never get the chance to relieve himself if he did nothing, so he forced himself to lower his hands and look up. And what he saw was not a predator, but a tall, slim human with long brown hair. And he was someone that Mui knew: the closest of Thorwad's compatriots, making him one of Mui's companions as well. "Oh, R-Rolf!" That was a huge weight off his chest, knowing this was someone he could trust. "D-did you c-come here to help me?" That was when he noticed that Rolf was holding something, hard to tell exactly, but it seemed to be a small brown clump with a green stalk poking up. "Oh, is that a sapling? What kind of plant is it for?" Curious, the featherfolk hopped up like a bird and began looking it over.

    "It would take too long to explain, and I haven't seen it myself, but Thorwad swears it'll work," Rolf assured. "Let's see how this works." Pulling the sapling away from the suddenly inquisitive Mui, Rolf knelt down nearby and began digging a hole in the soil with his hands, one deep enough to bury a sapling large enough that it could be cupped in two hands. So it took Rolf some time, but the hole wouldn't be large enough for it to be feasible for Mui to help with his big paws. He just had to watch, hope that simple observation was enough to take his mind off his desire to find the "little featherfolk's room". It wasn't.

    At least it wasn't long before Rolf had finished, covering the exposed top of the bulb with loose dirt. He wasn't a master gardener, but Mui considered the work satisfactory. Given the proper conditions, it would begin sprouting into a fine tree within a few years. It just needs proper sunlight and...watering... "But w-what is the tree supposed to d-do?"

    No sooner did he ask a reasonable question did the freshly-planted little sprout do something that trees absolutely did not do: it grew. Rapidly. The green shoot rocketed upwards, its girth expanding swiftly as several branches birthed and jumped outwards, the central spire turned brown, and a blanket of leaves formed at the ends of the outreaching arms, with glowing blue vines hanging down. All of this happened within seconds; in less than a quarter-minute, that tiny bud had become an adult tree, right before their eyes.

    Naturally, this wholly unusual phenomenon was horribly startling for poor Mui. "Kyaaah!" Shivering, he ran to his friend, hiding behind Rolf's comparatively large legs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he wrapped his wings around Rolf's knees for some security. And, yes, Mui did pee his pants a little bit more. "T-t-the t-tree is g-going to e-eat us!"

    Rolf was used to this kind of behavior, so he just laughed it off and continued admiring the tree. "So that's why you've placed your trust in those kids, Thorwad."

    Several moments passed with nothing sinister happening, and Mui started to wonder if he was scared for nothing. That's when the tree started glowing, more and more until it reached a blinding flash, something else that trees definitely don't do. "Gyaaahh!" The featherfolk once again buried his face into the back of Rolf's knees, shaking like he had just molted at the peak of Mt. Hioni, as if his friend's lower body was the only shield between him and death. Even when the light had vanished, he wouldn't dare pry himself away from what he perceived as safe.

    Because of this, the task of talking fell to Rolf. "Well, you surprised me. As soon as I planted the sapling, it grew quickly. It became such a splendid tree in no time at all."

    "Is it...because it's an Era Tree?" Wah! T-that was someone else talking! W-where did they come from?!

    "It interests me too, but... I think we should talk about medicinal herbs first." But Rolf trusts them, so m-maybe they're not ba- Wait, "medicinal herbs"? "Here, Mui." Ah, that's me! W-what do I do? I-I can't handle it! What if they're all planning to eat me? How am I supposed to r-run from them?

    If he were to flee, he needed some information about what he was facing, so against his better judgment, he poked his head out from behind Rolf's lower half to get a better look at the strange tree. And there was indeed someone standing there. In fact, there were four people that Mui had never seen before, who had all seemingly come out of nowhere. He could tell one was an Ionian soldier, but the two women were completely unknown. And the man at the head of the group... "T-Thorwad?"

    One of the women, a magician by the look of the staff she carried, clad in black and red robes, was the first to notice Mui's diminutive frame. "Wow, a featherfolk! I've never seen a real one before!"

    That comment brought everyone's eyes onto little Mui, making him shrink away nervously. That little act, that tiny startled squeal and shuffle back as he averted his gaze down, completely captured the eye of the other woman, the one with dirty blonde hair curled up at her shoulders and an ankle-length white dress with maroon skirt. Every single bit of her attention was focused squarely on Mui with an unblinking gaze that pierced through to his soul, and being the center of attention like that made the poor featherfolk nervous, retreating halfway behind Rolf's legs with a muffled squeak.

    That was the clincher. "Awwww, he's so cuuuuuute!" She was just shy of having hearts in her eyes; in every other way, she was as enamored as one could be, like her life had been empty before meeting a featherfolk. A wide, open smile lifted her expression to the sky, her hands were clasped over the sizable breasts that covered her melting heart, and blood rushed to her cheeks, fueled by a sugar rush from the undiluted sweetness she was looking at.

    Mui had no experience in how to cope with this kind of affection, so he did what he always did: panic. "Oh, uh, ah... I-I-I thought... Excuse me please!" With the most forceful shout his shaky voice could muster, he turned to run.

    He had only made one bound before Rolf, who had clearly anticipated this reaction, grabbed his upper wing to keep him still. "No, Mui, don't be afraid." Once Rolf was sure the featherfolk wasn't going anywhere when he felt his struggle go limp, he went back to addressing the other group. "Sorry about that. As you can see, he's very shy. Or rather, afraid."

    Though she kept her distance, the infatuated girl squatted down to better meet a featherfolk's eye level. "Aw, it's okay, Mui. We're not going to hurt you."

    He had little reason to believe that. "W-who are y-you?"

    The Thorwad lookalike seemed hesitant as to how he should answer that. "Well...it's sort of a long story..."

    ---------------

    It was hard for Mui to follow, with all the new concepts being thrown his way, but he got the following: they were all from 100 years in the future, when the Teras Pharma had returned. They had returned thanks to the machinations of a group called the Vermilion Axe, who wanted to use their might to overthrow the Holy Empire of Ionia. The Vermilion Axe had destroyed the town of Schradt and wounded many of its citizens, so the bountiful medicinal herbs of the Lucille Plain called to them. It sounded to Mui like a trick, but when he looked up at Rolf, he received a nod of approval. As much as his gut objected, Rolf and Thorwad trusted them, so he shouldn't have a reason to worry.

    He also learned who all the people who had come from the future were. The leader, Yusuke, was one of Thorwad's ancestors, trained in the same Blue Flash sword style as the hero Mui knew, which explained the resemblance. The Ionian soldier was Ducas, the mage was Myra, and the woman fawning over the featherfolk was Ilia Barcai, as she was all-too-eager to tell him. Ducas blurted out something about her uncle being the head of the Vermilion Axe, and got smacked in the back of the head by Myra for the insensitive comment. Everything seemed to be settled.

    All except for one thing, as Ducas soon brought up. "So, what's going on with the herbs?"

    "Oh, y-yes, t-that's... I-I came here to plant some herb seeds, but..." Looking down at his feet, Mui started scraping the dirt with his tiny talons as he began muttering. "I-I'm sorry, b-but-"

    "The fang rabbits that ravaged the plains are still lurking around here, right?" Rolf really knew Mui, like he was inside the featherfolk's head. "That's why he hasn't sown any seeds yet."

    "Y-yes..." He began hiding his face behind his wings. "I-I-I'm so sorry..."

    "No, you did nothing wrong, Mui," Ilia exclaimed, quick to jump to his defense. "That's why we're all here, to help you!"

    "That's right," Myra added. "It's important to us that the herbs are healthy as well."

    Yusuke nodded. "Besides, Thorwad has helped us in some amazing ways, and I'd like to pay him back. So any friend of his is a friend of ours."

    Though he was hesitant, Mui started to poke his head out of hiding. "Um, t-thank you..."

    Rolf began chuckling. "Sounds like you'll be in good hands with them, Mui. I think I can trust you alone." And with little more than a wave goodbye, he was on his way out.

    "Huh? W-w-wait!" Just because he could trust them didn't mean he was ready to be alone with them, people he didn't know. Even just having Rolf would ease his concern significantly, but it didn't seem like that would happen.

    And he knew exactly why it would prove to be a problem. From when Rolf had appeared to now, though a lot had happened to distract him, the little featherfolk had never neglected the uncomfortable tingling in his bladder. He couldn't, it was just too omnipresent and worrying to possibly push to the back of his mind, knowing that it would have to be addressed sooner or later.

    The problem was, he now had no idea how he would handle this predicament. He knew Rolf, they had adventured together and stopped a terrible calamity. If Mui was truly bursting, he might just barely be able to ask Rolf to wait while he took care of business. But with strangers? No, there was zero chance he'd work up that kind of courage around anyone he didn't already know. He really didn't want to remember how much he had tortured his poor bladder as a part of Thorwad's heroes.

    It wasn't that he was doubting the abilities of these people from the future. But even the Holy Emperor himself would have a hard time clearing a large field of fang rabbits in the time Mui had left before...the undesirable outcome. It would simply be too long before the featherfolk would have a moment to himself again. Oh, I wasted my chance! I should have d-done it before Rolf showed up! Just the thought of the pain that lay ahead for him seemed to make it worse, and his knees bent inwards as he trembled. Of course, shivering in nervousness was nothing new for him, which was probably why nobody seemed to notice.

    Nobody except for Ilia, of course, who just couldn't take her eyes off the featherfolk. While on his travels, Mui had heard the phrase "undressing someone with your eyes"; he couldn't help but wonder if that would describe what he was on the receiving end of. One way or another, he got an answer when Ilia snapped. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Faster than lightning, Ilia dived for Mui, wrapping her arms around his tiny body, squeezing him like a snake, lifting him off the ground with his paws dangling as she stood up and rocked him to and fro. It wasn't all bad, she kept him comfortable with his face in her two ample cushions, though he didn't care about that. "You're just too precious, Mui!"

    "Alright, Ilia, you're being overbearing," Myra warned, though it didn't sound like she was all that invested. "You've barely met the poor thing, I'm sure he wants his space."

    Ducas nodded. "I'm sure it's overwhelming. Guys aren't used to beautiful women throwing themselves at them."

    "Yeah, you've definitely never experienced that."

    "Okay, that's enough, Myra," Yusuke interrupted, putting a stop to the argument in the making. "Er, Ilia, you really should let go of him now."

    "Oh, sorry!" As she loosened her embrace, Mui took the first chance he could get to pull his face out of her bust, gasping for air as he felt freedom against his twitchy little button nose. Just looking at that, it took every ounce of willpower for Ilia to not suffocate him in another constricting hug. "It's just...he's so precious, I can't help myself!" Though she would have been content to hold him forever, she did put the featherfolk down. Notably, he took a step back as soon as his feet touched the ground, shrinking into a smaller silhouette. She should have been saddened by the subtle rejection, but honestly, the shyness just captured Ilia's heart even further.

    However, on the other end of the infatuation, Mui felt worry well up in his chest. I knew it... I'm never g-going to get any alone time so long as s-she's around! I mean, I couldn't ever ask anyway, but...j-just in case I did... Again, his bladder seemed to get even fuller at the mere thought of trouble, making it incredibly difficult to hide his needs. The normal actions of his nervous disposition could only hide so much. Oh, I really really don't wanna w-wet myself...

    ---------------

    "All right! That's how we clean up around here!" They had barely gotten started on their quest, and already, Ducas was boasting. One fang rabbit slain at his spear, and he was acting like the strongest soldier around.

    Nobody had the time to berate him for his cockiness, because there was still the rest of this pack of savage hares to deal with. Yusuke was putting his Blue Flash style swordsmanship to the test as the nimble targets charged him, while Myra covered his back with fire magic. They all had at least some experience fighting, but even with some time to grow accustomed to battling the Teras Pharma, opponents like this were still an unusual challenge.

    Meanwhile, in the back, Ilia could only watch. She was an herbalist, a healer, she was not much of an asset when it came to a straight battle, her best tactic was just to hang back and watch as her friends got attacked by all manner of beasts. She wouldn't show it, but she hated that weakness, her inability to make a difference for those close to her. She could only stand by in support as everyone she loved fought their own battles, becoming nothing more than a bystander.

    So she channeled that frustration into her art: if she couldn't act, she could help the people she believed in. Even as she suffered under the knowledge that her uncle, the man who has basically raised her after the fire in Martylion claimed her parents, wanted to destroy the world she knew, she followed Yusuke with all her heart as they struck out to change the world. And now that they had traveled a century to the past, maybe she could change things.

    And if she was going to change the future, she first needed to improve herself. Thankfully, she had an easy jump to that end. Though she didn't understand exactly what he meant, Yusuke had said that, through simply a desire to learn, he had picked up sword skills from Thorwad the first time he traveled to the past. So, if Mui were to show me something special of his, I should be able to do it too. But does it have to be an herbalist technique? Does he have to want to teach me?

    Well, before any of that, he needs to talk to me. Ever since their first interaction, Mui had kept his distance from Ilia, never keeping more than a second of eye contact with her. Maybe I was being a bit too overbearing with him...but he's just too irresistible! Still, as cute as he was, he clearly felt alienated and uncomfortable. Which did make him cuter, yes, but it would make being his student more challenging.

    So I just have to bridge the gap between us, somehow. "Actually, Mui, I'm an herbalist too."

    That got his attention, even if it wasn't undivided. "U-um, t-that's what I t-thought. Y-your bag g-gave it away." True, the two both wore brown leather pouches around the fronts of their waists, used to easily store and access all their supplies.

    "Yes, and all of us grew up hearing the legends of how Thorwad and his team of heroes saved the world from the Teras Pharma. I know how much you must have helped them, kept them going."

    A blush bloomed on the featherfolk's little cheeks. Though, Ilia realized, he always looked like that. "N-n-no, I-I didn't do that much! Y-you don't have t-to think anything of m-me!" He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out as a makeshift barrier between the two.

    "Phew, those guys were a real hassle, but we got ‘em!" Reveling in his success, Ducas strutted back from the scene of the battle, scuffed up and beaten, but victorious.

    Honestly, Ilia hardly noticed however Ducas was doing. "Oh, Yusuke, you're hurt!" She rushed to his side, looking over his injuries. Clearly, the fang rabbits had gotten a few good hits in on him, because his clothes were ripped and blood seeped from a few flesh wounds.

    "It's not that bad, Ilia, really." Him, Myra, and Ilia had all been childhood friends back in Therbe Village, so he knew that Ilia was the overbearing type. He knew that reassurances and downplaying would do nothing, and was therefore expecting her to reach right for her bag and start mixing herbs to treat his injuries, which she did. The skill was unmistakable, as her hands worked deftly and nimbly with all manner of leaves and petals that nobody else could keep straight.

    Nobody except Mui, that is. He could instantly identify every ingredient that went into her mixture, knew the purpose of each, and could therefore piece together the potion she was concocting. Though, granted, it was a very basic recipe. Still, something about it seemed off. "How much s-solution are you using with that?"

    "Hm?" She paused in the middle of her measuring, with an unopened bottle of clear viscous liquid in her right hand. "About 100 milliliters. Is there something wrong?"

    Upon being questioned back, Mui yelped and jumped back, hiding his face behind his wings again. "N-n-no, it's nothing! J-j-just ignore m-me!" Eventually, though, he did shift his arms around, until one of his eyes could peek through a gap. "I-it's just...you should be using m-more than that."

    "What? But using more solution would dilute it too much to be very effective."

    Again, Mui recoiled. "N-n-no, y-you're right! B-but, if you add another three grams of medicinal flower and two g-grams of dragon grass leaf in addition to 350 milliliters of s-solution-"

    "-it would create a larger mixture of potion while still maintaining a proper ratio of ingredients, keeping the extra thinning of higher quantities of solution in mind!" She had never heard this theory before, but just as it was being explained to her, it was like she had known it all along, suddenly appearing in her mind. Without any further instruction, she began making the potion Mui had described, like she was a master that had made this concoction hundreds of times. And, within a matter of seconds, the potion was complete. "Wow... With this much, I could treat all of you at once!" She didn't wait for permission before pouring some of the mixture into her open palm and spreading it over Yusuke's wounds, in a very "hands-on" way. "Yusuke, is this how you learned from Thorwad?"

    "Yes. It's a strange sensation, isn't it?"

    "No, I quite enjoy it! Mui's legacy and technique can live on through me!" Now finished with doctoring Yusuke, Ilia looked back at the featherfolk and smiled. "Thank you very much, Mui!"

    A second passed, but eventually, the compliment softened Mui's guard. He slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his wings, exposing his face in its entirety. Though his eyes continued to dart around nervously, he looked a bit more comfortable, even if he was certainly still fidgeting and skittish. It was a small step, but the mere fact that the step was made warmed Ilia's heart. You'll get there, Mui.

    With Yusuke taken care of, and plenty of potion to spare, she moved to treat Myra next, slowly pouring more of the medicine into her hand so as not to spill it over her cupped palm and curled fingers. It was the sight of that trickling liquid so close to her eyes, coupled with the cold fluid against her bare skin, that reminded her of something. Mmph... That's right... It had been quite some time since Ilia had used the restroom, she recalled.

    She couldn't be blamed for letting that natural need slip her mind; a lot had happened to her recently. Her uncle was the man leading the Vermillion Axe and summoning the Teras Pharma, the town she had called home for so much of her life was brought to ruin as a result, many of the people she had known were injured in the attack, and the grief at not having the means to help them was the reason they had traveled a century into the past, a concept that seemed impossible before she experienced it herself. Wow, when I put it all in order, it really has been a long time. Far too long...

    Thanks to her ankle-length dress, she had the freedom to covertly cross her legs as she treated Myra, squeezing her thighs high up to keep her girlhood clenched shut. It did take the sharpest of the edge off, but not much more than that. She still felt that telltale strain thanks to the taut, hard bump on her stomach, the kind of discomfort she would normally be scurrying to "dispose of".

    Ilia had done a lot of traveling throughout her life, particularly the road between her home in Schradt and her training and friends in Therbe. She never made the trek alone, and no amount of "just in case" before departing or careful rationing of water on the walk could keep her empty the entire hike. As a result, she had naturally grown to be more accepting of not only the eventual need to urinate outdoors, but how to let her companions know she was doing so. She just used indirect language. As an herbalist always gathering materials, it was totally possible she really was wandering off to pick flowers. Surely they've never figured it out.

    But things weren't so simple this time, for several reasons. There was always the concern of monsters attacking while she was alone, but that was prior to the Teras Pharma appearing; it was worth being cautious about back then, but not a likely occurrence. Even without Teras Pharma here, she knew there were plenty more fang rabbits, it was dangerous to separate from the group. Especially with how far she'd have to go if she wanted her pee to be private, because there really wasn't much cover in an open plain. She'd need to stroll halfway across the field to hide, and if her only excuse was "I saw some herbs I want to collect", it would stretch credibility that she could see them from such a distance.

    It wasn't that hard for Ilia to convince herself to just hold off for the time being. She recognized it was a necessity, gotten good at doing it cleanly, but she couldn't say she was a fan of squatting. With her dress, it was just tedious to get all that out of the way, with a constant worry that it would slip at some point, right into harm's way. It would be nice if I could learn to pee standing. Why does that have to strictly be a guy thing? It would at least prevent her dropping her rear in a bed of poisonous plants again.

    So, if she didn't want to do her business around here, she really just had to wait. Once Lucille Plain was cleared of danger, its soil sown with seeds, they would return to their present time, and she'd figure out something then, when she was in more familiar territory. Though, judging by the severity of the sensation below her stomach, she wouldn't be making it anywhere civilized in her time. Just the feeling of being in the world she knew was a promising proposition, one where she knew what would be dangerous to wipe with. Mui just needed to get his seeds in the ground, and she could return to that world.

    Speaking of which, Mui hadn't moved at all. The fang rabbits in this area had been disposed of, everyone was fixed up from the battle, yet he remained still. Ilia's bladder panged at the sight, the thought that her release had been delayed as a result. "Um, Mui, sweetie? You can start planting your seeds."

    Nobody had moved any time recently, yet somehow, it seemed the featherfolk had forgotten they were all there. What else could explain how suddenly he jolted, crying as his scrawny wings fluttered in a futile attempt to pull his child-sized body to escape. It was only when he crashed back down and saw everybody looking funny at him that he came to his senses. "A-ah! R-right! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Hopping over to a nearby patch of fresh dirt, the featherfolk reached into his bag to grab his seeds. Something that seemed to take him a while. He should have everything organized in there, what's happening? Eventually, he did pull out a pawful of small pebbles and, bending his reverse-facing knees, he crouched close enough to the ground to reach out and began scratching some trenches into the earth with his seldom-used claws.

    "A...a...a...AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" With his little back hunched just so, working in the dirt, he looked like a little kid making sandcastles on the beach. Somehow, he had done it, and exceeded his cuteness limit in Ilia's eyes. Her body was soon overflowing with an urge to run up and squeeze him tight, thereby interrupting his sowing. It was only that thought that kept her from acting; the thought that Mui possibly wouldn't enjoy it never crossed her mind.

    Actually, something else did make her think twice about it: the glee caused her concentration to slip, and that had a very evident negative consequence. "Ah!" With her focus all in another place, her heavy bladder jumped at the chance to expel some of its mass and ease its burden. While it was a quick run, Ilia caught wise almost as soon as it began, and it was thanks to this swift response that she only had a small squirt of scorching urine squeeze out and soak into her underwear. Which, of course, came paired with the searing pain induced by pee stuck in her urethra, unable to go back and unable to leak out.

    But that didn't mean it wasn't going to try. In fact, it probably would have succeeded, were it not for Ilia's quick thinking. Faster than anything the Blue Flash sword style could muster, her hands flew straight to her crotch to hold on and clutch her hole shut. Of course, with her large bag acting as a wall against her swimsuit area, above a leather half-apron to protect her legs from the pack's shifting friction, the easiest way to accomplish this task was to throw her hands into the bag and grab herself through it. Naturally, her iron grip was dramatically dampened by its force needing to retain through thick canvas, the skirt of her dress, and her panties just to top it off. It meant only about half her strength actually reached her crotch, but with her thighs cradling her wrists and pushing them further in, it was enough. "Ahh..."

    "Uh, Ilia... What are you doing?" Problem was, she wasn't alone. Even if they couldn't see her hands, they saw her shove them down there and tense up, something that was sure to raise a few questions. Hence, why Myra was probing her, and why Yusuke and Ducas were looking at her funny.

    Yet again, Ilia had to act quickly. Not just for fear of being found out, but her friends staring at her while her twitching hands were the only thing keeping her dress dry was...embarrassing. "Oh, I'm just...organizing! Yeah, there's so many different herbs in here, it's important to always keep them in individual pockets!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't what she was doing at the moment. Still, she could make them believe it, with a couple flicks of the wrist and an unfocused stare into the dark contents of her pouch. It did mean she couldn't properly hold herself anymore, but it did seem to gradually convince everyone that nothing was amiss with Ilia. And once they had turned their attention to other matters, she could go right back to it.

    "O-okay, t-the seeds are p-planted," Mui quietly stammered, slowly pushing himself up. "C-c-can we m-move on n-now? I-I m-mean, only i-if you're all o-okay with it!"

    "Of course, if that's what you want, we'll hurry!" Not that she wouldn't have agreed with Mui regardless, he was too cute to ever argue with, but she did have an ulterior motive to support his request. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we return to our own time, and I can do my business then. The group got moving to the next herd of fang rabbits, and despite the uncomfortable heat and pressure welling up in her abdomen, a rising confidence reached her head instead. Yes, I'll make it.

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    No, I won't make it! The majority of the vicious fang rabbits had been slain, and many of their nesting grounds now hosted many herb seeds, Mui should have been relieved that this scary ordeal was nearly over. But how could he be, when he so badly needed relief of a different kind? Until his poor little bladder, now stretched far past any normal size, was given the chance to drain its fluids, he would never feel relaxed.

    Mui had been holding his pee this entire time, and it had only gotten worse the longer he put it off. He had no choice but to put it off indefinitely; with everybody around, there was no chance his shyness would allow any release. Thankfully, he didn't need to exert himself with anything more taxing than squatting close to the ground and tilling, but even that limited movement was testing his patience. Every time he tried to do something more demanding than standing still and thinking dry thoughts, he would be swiftly struck with a punishing blast of fiery pain from the large bulge on his tummy, and each time, he thought that would be the end, only held back by some discrete holding from his shaking paws.

    By this point, the desperation had been going on for so long, Mui had forgotten what it felt like to not have to pee. But even so, he wanted to reclaim that sensation, or lack of sensation, so badly, it consumed his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes to blink, he could so clearly visualize him yanking his little guy out and spraying the ground in front of him. It was a short flash, yet every time, he inched closer to making it happen. Just without the first step. Put simply, he was extremely grateful that his large medicine pack covered most of his pants from the front. If not, the collective results of his many dribbles would be plainly obvious for all to see.

    Even still, he kept up the hard work. Whenever asked, he would obediently plant the herb seeds, as hesitant as he was to get low to the ground. Any sort of bending forward did put an unnecessary squeeze on his ballooned bladder, where each time felt like the last before it would pop. It wasn't unreasonable to think so; with the damp drip on the tip of his member at all times, though not always the same one, it really felt like a falling feather could spell the difference between wet and flooded pants.

    Mmph...nngh...ah... Deserts, deserts, clear skies, no rain, no water... We're almost done... You can do this, Mui, it's just a little more... Just these seeds, and they'll leave... Every second, his brain was running wild with self-assurance that he was strong enough to last, though even he doubted his own words. He knew, better than anyone, how frail he was for a legendary hero. He couldn't hold as long as others could, and given that his tummy already felt like exploding out in a wet inferno, he could consider himself on a tight timer.

    Wah! A tight timer, an hourglass that had just dropped its last sand. Once more, a quick spurt passed through his urethra, something he had sadly gotten pretty used to. It's not like it would dampen his pants even further. But this time, something was terrifyingly new: the drops from his tip afterwards. While it wasn't unusual for some bits of pee to not come out as strongly and drip out afterwards, it was only a few before. This time, the drops kept coming in regular intervals, sliding from the end of his flaccid shaft, down his leg.

    No, it's...it's too late! I can't hold it! He froze, at possibly the worst time, with a pawful of seeds still in his grasp. A few of them did inadvertently shower onto the ground as he began trembling, but for the most part, he was totally still. No matter how much his mind screamed for him to act, get up and do something to not wet himself, his body just wouldn't respond. Aside from loosening the shoestring hold he had over his bladder, of course. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground as he watched, seeing the tiny sphere of liquid splash in the soil, probably the worst sight he could be subjected to right now.

    But he had witnessed it, meaning only two options laid before him: either wet himself, or... "I-I-I-I'll be r-r-right b-back!" With adrenaline as the wind beneath his wings, Mui jumped up and took off, running so fast his legs burned, before anybody could process what he could be doing. After all, he was just about done with the last pinch of seeds they needed planted, and he just went running off out of nowhere. Of course Ilia was concerned, but everyone else worried as well, looking between each other in case someone had an explanation.

    If they were able to see the featherfolk once he had escaped, his motive would have been obvious. Now that he was far enough away from everyone else to be out of focus, facing away from the rest, he had the freedom to hold himself. Something he did without delay, slamming his large paws against his crotch. He was in such a hurry to do so, he didn't even put them inside his bag, instead opting to crush the pack's contents by pressing against the front with all his strength. Which, truthfully, wasn't much to write home about. Between the full thickness of the bag, its contents, and the leather waist-apron beneath, not too much of the pressure made it through. It wouldn't work as a dam for very long, he had very little time to figure this out.

    That time would have to be shared, with not just how he should pee, but where he could pee, which was looking to be the harder obstacle to overcome. The plains were so flat and open, with almost nothing to see besides the expanse of short grass. He couldn't just turn away from everybody and use his bottle of solution, even if he dumped the remaining liquid out first, or the residual ammonia from his urine could wreak havoc on future medicines. There was the Era Tree everyone came through, but it was way on the other side of the field; even if he made it over there, he'd wet himself before getting his pants down. Not to mention the other concerns that came with that idea. If I did it on an Era T-Tree, would my p-pee go to the future? Oh, I'd die of embarrassment if anybody saw that! A-anything else, please!

    He said "anything else", but when he only had one realistic location, he hesitated. The Lucille Plain was made up of two levels, bridged by a ramp that extended outwards, down into the lower level. On this ground floor, he could go in the corner between the opposite end of the ramp and wall, and be hidden from the rest of his party. But the ramp that would shield him from prying eyes wasn't especially tall, being only slightly taller than himself. So, should someone get closer, especially from above, they would see plenty. And it was also just a corner, meaning he had no protection from the other two sides. Mui wasn't sure he could even let go when someone might see; whenever he used the little boy's room, he waited until he had the place to himself if he could. And if he couldn't, it took a little work to get started and he still felt awkward about the whole thing.

    The important thing he needed to keep in mind was that privacy was his goal when he had a choice in the matter. Currently, he did not. He needed to compromise on what he was comfortable with, or he'd have to go back home with drenched pants, a bit of a long flight. "I-it's good enough!" Holding his crotch like he wanted to crush stones with that grip, he bolted for the corner, leaving a trail of pee dribbles with each step as it trickled down his leg.

    While it could have been done faster, he would have much preferred it be done faster, Mui did at long last reach the corner he had his eye on. In fact, he was so fast, he very nearly collided with the rock wall as he slid to a stop, mere inches away. Yet, even now, he could hardly be described as "still", given his continued reliance on stepping in place in addition to crotch-grabbing. He wiggled his hips, shaking larger pools of urine free from his pants in tiny showers, all frequently punctuated with small squeaks and moans.

    He was here, the featherfolk knew time was of the essence, he needed to get going here. Of course, even though he was a boy, it wasn't as simple as just whipping it out. He first needed to take care of his herb pouch, the one currently being jammed into his groin area. Ordinarily, he would undo the belt buckle behind his back and take the pack off, a bit of a delicate task in the best of circumstances thanks to his meaty paws. And with those paws trembling, slipping the clasp out of its hole to undo the lock would take way too long, if he even could. The simpler solution was to just spin the bag and its belt around his waist until it was no longer in the way.

    It was simpler by virtue of comparison, it still wasn't effortless. He wore the belt fairly tightly, to prevent the weighty pouch attached from falling to his ankles, or worse, taking his pants with them. And yes, he was very much feeling the tightness of his belt at the moment. Bottom line, it would take some force to rotate the bag, something he wouldn't be able to manage while it competed with the friction from pressing against his body.

    I have to take my p-paws out of there... Just...t-take them out, and...hold it for a t-tiny bit... His body had gotten too used to the little bit of reprieve holding his boyhood provided, the mere prospect of taking that away was just something he really couldn't endure. No, I just know it! I'll p-pee myself if I take them out! But, I'll h-have an accident for sure if I can't get my pants off r-really soon...

    Fine, I'll do it! With a surge of resolve, backed by a surge of urine down and out of his peehole, Mui did what he had to do and pulled his paws out. Naturally, the loss of the necessary measure meant immediate squirting from his twitching member, but he was now on too much of a mission to notice. He grabbed the sides of his bag without delay, pushing to the left, tensing his strained body until the entire leather loop began to rotate around his waist. It did twist his pant legs in conjunction, but his own shivering legs kept them from significantly shifting. Before long, the pack was at his side, and the front of his pants were totally exposed. The whole thing was accompanied with many squeals and grunts, as was to be expected. "Ah oh ah mmgh..."

    Being in the light, Mui was now able to truly assess the damage to his pants. Even with the leather apron around him as well, there was a slit in the front specifically for tinkling, allowing him full view at his partial accident. Though his trousers were dark green, the wet patch was still plenty visible. Not just because of the color difference, or the reflective shine, but the sheer size made it impossible to miss. It wasn't just a little spot on his crotch, it spread nearly the full width of his hips and went down to his knees. If he saw anyone else with pants as wet as his, he would unquestioningly assume they had had totally flooded themselves. Yet here he was, still with enough pee inside him to bring him to bursting.

    He wasn't thinking about any of that. With the front of his pants freed, his only thought was baring more, as he threw his paws around the front waistband and shoved down. He held back a little; given that he only needed to pee, there was no reason to totally drop trou to his ankles. No, he just needed to get it low enough to free his private parts, tucked under his balls hanging in the open, sitting below his limp penis. Despite being a different species, one covered in feathers, male featherfolk junk looked nearly indistinguishable from the human equivalent, just as smooth with its bare skin, though it shared color with Mui's white-gold body. And the smaller frame of featherfolk was shared down below. At least everything aside from the tip remained dry, thanks to loose pants not having to press their soaked fabric up against the little guy.

    The time had come, at long last. He placed a paw on his shaft, positively dwarfing the small member with his giant mitt; if he angled the paw correctly, he could completely conceal the proof he was a boy from that side. It wouldn't do Mui specifically much good, he would be too nervous to go with anyone so close, whether they could see anything or not, but it gave him some small modicum of comfort. So, bending his paw inwards, gripping his penis in the curve of the pad in the center of his palm, he was aimed and steady. Mui was good to go.

    So he did. Honestly, even if things weren't so clean and open, he probably would have begun his business now. His bladder could only wait so long, after all; he was just fortunate that he had held out barely long enough. Now a powerful spray of mostly clear, off-yellow liquid gushed out, actually not far off from his own body's color, with a roaring hiss as the geyser shot past the folds of his foreskin, many droplets splitting off and careening on solo flights to the ground. Most stayed in the central hose, only breaking up as it collided with the craggy corner he was marking as his territory, cascading between the cracks like a waterfall, building into a puddle in the grass.

    "Haaaahhhh..." Despite the sizable quantity of water weight being expelled, Mui felt heavy. A tingly sensation rushed through his body, leaving waves of goosebumps at the stems of his feathers, as it felt like all the blood rushed to his head. His vision began to blur slightly, dizziness filled his eyes, and he began to droop forward. It wasn't far before he hit his head on the jagged wall, and it was almost immediately afterwards that he reeled back. "Ow!" He only just resisted stepping back instinctually, which was for the best when considering how much of a mess that could have made.

    Though maybe he should have retreated somewhat, given what he saw as his gaze drifted downwards. The gushing pee was still raging just as forceful, and with such a fast, thick, solid stream hitting an uneven rock wall in such close proximity, the impact created a wide splatter of backsplash, a warm mist all over his pants and apron. And that wasn't all the piddle coming back to him; as the falls continued and created a cloudy golden pond between the blades of grass, it expanded larger and larger until it surrounded and warmed his bare feet. "U-ugh...gross..." Yet he had little choice but to bear with it until he was done.

    Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Early on, when he had first left Gugleion for the greater world, the concept of taking a tinkle in a more exposed way was a tough hurdle for him to overcome, but he did eventually become more accustomed to the act of public urination when he needed to. So long as he had complete privacy as he did it, he could enjoy the moment, with the euphoric pleasure as the steaming hot pee was released from his hours-long agonizing ordeal. "Phew...aahhh..." Finally, he released a sigh, breath he had been holding in for a while as well, and relaxed as his little splishes echoed in his ears.

    ...FFFSshhhhhhhh...

    Mui's heart nearly stopped, and that breath he had exhaled a moment ago immediately became stuck in his chest again. T-t-that isn't m-me! T-t-there's s-someone else h-here! He froze up, and couldn't move a muscle, limbs shaking and pupils quivering. W-w-who i-is it?! W-w-w-what w-will they d-d-do t-to m-m-me?! I-it's a s-snake, a g-g-giant hissing s-snake that's g-gonna eat m-me! I-I know it! He knew he needed to look, see what intruded on his bubble, but it was so hard to work up the courage to look that danger in the eye. It was a stiff turn of the head, but he did it eventually, sweat dripping off his cheeks. If he wasn't careful, he'd get dehydrated, with all the bodily fluids he was losing.

    As he was just barely able to catch a glimpse behind him from the corner of his eye, he realized something: they weren't exactly intruding, per se. In fact, she was still and keeping her distance, the "she" being Ilia, who had somehow snuck behind the paranoid featherfolk. She was sticking a comfortable gap from him, and not in any position to suddenly jump in. She couldn't, squatting with her legs in front of her and butt so close to the ground, with her bag and apron sitting in a pile to her left, her ankle-length dress pulled way up to her waist, and something small and pink stretched between her spread knees that Mui didn't recognize. Maybe those were that "underwear" thing he had heard humans wore.

    He wasn't thinking about any of that, because he saw way more than just some undergarments. The source of the noise that alerted Mui in the first place, the reason Ilia was squatting out here, was because she was doing the same thing he was: peeing. She was baring it all to allow a messy gold-tinted stream to gush from her privates, rapidly creating a puddle where it landed. And while it was hidden in some shadows, at a significant height difference, obscured by distance and the fountain it had become... Yes, Mui could see some of her gentials.

    "W-wah!" It didn't take the featherfolk long to process what his eyes were witnessing, something he moved to rectify as soon as muscle reaction time caught up with his brain. Quick as a hawk, he went straight back to looking to his front, the exact opposite direction of Ilia, and doing it so fast his head might have spun back around if it weren't attached. I-I-I can't l-look, s-she needs p-p-privacy... B-but what's she d-doing here?! S-s-she's a g-girl, and b-boys and g-g-girls are supposed to u-use the bathroom s-separately! Ah, I-I can't let her s-s-see it! He clamped both paws around his penis, until not even he could see the shaft, only letting the tip breathe so it could continue painting the wall a nice yellow.

    In fact, that needed to stop. It was inappropriate for him to do his business with someone else around, especially a girl, he had to cut it off now. "I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave!" I-I need to g-get out, quick! Hhngh! He closed his eyes and tensed, with the intent of screwing the cap back on his spilling bottle, at least until Ilia had finished up and gone away. The issue he soon encountered, unfortunately, was that he was peeing very hard, and his little body did not want to deny him the relief he had started. The stream sputtered only thanks to his incredible shyness, the towering barrier that begged to keep his private time private, quieting his urination for brief periods between the raging torrent he had maintained up until now. And finally, his number one landed lower on the wall, then down near his feet, and dribbled to a reluctant halt, with his boyhood limping down with nothing careening through...for about two seconds, when it jumped back to life with a roaring shower, and any further attempts to dry this rain resulted in absolutely no change. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I c-can't stop!"

    "Aw, it's okay, Mui," Ilia comforted, her voice echoing from her distance in the open and mostly-empty field. "You needed to go potty really badly, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I'm in much the same place. You ran off so suddenly, I came to check on you, and when I saw what you were doing... Well, I'm sure you understand."

    "B-b-but why are you d-doing it here? I-it's kind of m-making me uncomfortable...j-just a bit..."

    "Oh, I'm sorry! I promise I can't see anything! But it's as I said, I was in a bit of a tight spot myself. I had been holding it for so long, since before we arrived, and I was beginning to worry about my chances of making it until we were all done. Seeing you watering the plants was more than I could take." True, Mui could hear quite the splashing from Ilia's direction; were it not for the volume difference as a result of proximity, she and him would likely be equally as violent. "Again, I'm really sorry! I'm sure this is awkward for you."

    Yes, it was awkward. It was very awkward. Once neither was talking, the only sounds were the hissing, splashing, and trickling as the two continued peeing, and peeing, and peeing away, with sighs and moans of relief in response, all of which came from Ilia. Mui, on the other paw, was keeping totally silent, like he was terrified of alerting a predator if even the slightest squeak passed his lips. Tiny grunts reverberated inside his closed mouth every so often, but his mouth would not open. He just wanted this to end, for his bladder to empty, when he could put this whole nightmare behind him. Of course, now that he was nervous, time seemed to come to a crawl, with the heavy pit at the bottom of his stomach and the tingling at the base of his shaft reverberating throughout his fluffy figure.

    Not only did he have nothing to occupy himself, but he actively wanted to not concentrate on what he was doing. The more he did, the more he thought about how someone was watching him pee, and that realization was making him panic. His breathing accelerated sharply, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he began to feel lightheaded once more. His only escape would be to turn his attention elsewhere. But if he looked out to the empty plains, not only would he be jumping at every shadow, the anticipation of someone wandering into view and finding him would overwhelm him, and he'd probably pass out.

    That left him but one option: to turn around and look around Ilia. It seemed strange to purposefully remind himself that he wasn't alone, when that was the source of his anxiety, but there was a reason for it. He barely knew Ilia, he had no idea what she could do if left alone, he'd feel a lot better if he could confirm for himself that she was harmless and keeping back. So that's what he did, even twisting his waist more to the side so he could see with more than just the edge of his vision. He was very careful to keep his boy parts out of this.

    And as his head arced to view behind his back, Mui was relieved to see that he still had his space. Ilia seemed to have no intention of moving for the time being. No, she was far too absorbed in her answering of nature's call, judging from the relaxed look on her face, with her closed eyes, curved smile, and slightly parted lips, blissfully absorbed in her squat. Girls p-pee like that? That looks uncomfortable... Does she know there are other ways? The article of clothing Mui assumed to be her underwear had a visible dark stain in the center, paraded out for him to see stretched between her knees, the cause of which was all too well known to the little featherfolk. She must have had to g-go almost as much as I d-did.

    He didn't mean to, really, but looking around that area meant seeing something far more protected than just some wet panties. The gushing geyser had to come from somewhere, and that stream being the only motion on her besides some chest heaving caused by breathing, Mui's eyes were drawn to the spot. I-is that what all girls look like d-down there? W-where is the pee c-coming from? Despite his small size by human standards, Mui was an adult male featherfolk, yet he was so shy, he had never seen a woman without her clothes. He had heard vague descriptors, and certain natural urges would occasionally force him to use his imagination, but the real thing ended up being different from what he had pictured. It's just a p-pink hole, like a knot in a tree, but k-kind of opening like a flower? It's kind of hard to t-tell... B-but I thought humans were supposed to be m-mostly hairless!

    "Hm? Mui, what are you looking at?"

    Ah, I was staring! A quick glance upwards confirmed that, yes, Ilia had opened her eyes, and was looking at him with an inquisitive expression. Mui's heart stopped; he knew that watching a girl like this was one of the worst things someone could do. He would hate it if someone was looking at his private parts, yet he had turned around and subjected someone else to that invasion. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean t-to!" His voice cracked towards the end thanks to the lump that appeared in his throat, and he immediately went back to looking to his front, not just to be polite, but so Ilia couldn't see him start crying. "Uguh...kuh..." She's going to hate me, I'm s-sure of it. W-what if she tells the people of the f-future that I'm a bad person? Thorwad is g-going to have his name dragged through the mud for being nice to me. I-I'm going to-

    "Aw, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it." It sounded to him like there was a strange emphasis on the word "you", but Mui couldn't make heads or tailfeathers about why that would be the case. "You were just a little curious, weren't you?"

    "N-no, I wasn't r-really looking at anything! I-I just happened to see, and u-um..." Despite the words of assurance, Mui didn't believe that Ilia wasn't angry with him. She'd change her tone any moment now and berate his perverted behavior, he just knew it. He just needed to confirm that, the only way he could: turning back to look. A habit he really needed to break if he were to find himself in this spot again. Actually, with an irresistible urge to look at someone whenever things got uncomfortable, Mui could make a strong case that he really didn't mean to be inappropriate.

    He really didn't mean to look at anything naughty this time, at least. He did see the goods again, still with pee flowing freely, though he wasn't watching for more than a second. He was far more concerned with her face at the moment, an anxious tension rising up his body as his eyes met hers. His were darting around, the look of a bird scared out of his mind, and hers were...kind, gentle, inviting. There wasn't a shred of displeasure in those eyes. If anything, that made Mui freak out even more, awaiting the turn. But it never happened. No matter the seconds that flew by, her mood didn't change, and that caught the cautious featherfolk more off-guard than anything. "Y-you're...really not m-mad at me?"

    "Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy curiosity, Mui. That's how herbalists concoct new recipes. You just need to know boundaries, of course. Be careful about how you act next time."

    "N-next time?! I-is this g-going to happen again?! No, please t-tell me I n-never have t-to g-g-go through t-this humiliation again!" With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mui went right back to looking forward, just hoping this mortifying experience would end soon.

    And it did...for Ilia. The hissing from her slit soon eased up, indicative of her pee stream slowing, becoming less scattered as it shot out from her, giving the foamy puddle she had made, now unable to soak into the dirt any further, a path closer to her low-to-the-ground bottom. More dribbles didn't have the strength to make it out and instead remained stuck to her folds, the limited force it retained allowing them to slither to the areas around, whether that be onto her butt cheeks, the top of her thighs, or into her thick patches of hair. It was a messy end, as it usually was when she did this kind of thing outdoors.

    Thankfully, since this was a normal occurrence, she was prepared. Leaning to the side, reaching into her bag, she dug around with her fingers until she found what she sought: a small, white cloth, which she folded over her palm and began wiping herself dry, doing a very thorough job of it. She made a few general passes around her sensitive area and a surrounding circle, followed by more detailed swabbing with the cloth draped around her finger. Between the lips of her ladyhood, a soft dab against the still-dripping hole that had ejected all her urine, and that got her dry enough to be comfortable. At least, until she pulled her panties back into place as she stood up, feeling the wet stain against her bits for the first time since she got undressed. And the pee soaked into her underwear had cooled off in the time she was doing her business. "Mngh... I'll have to wash my panties out too." Dropping her dress, she picked up her protective skirt and pouch, putting the wet rag back into the latter, and began refastening everything around her waist. "Phew... Ah, it's much better to have that over with, isn't it?"

    She'd be waiting for an informed agreement, because Mui wasn't done yet. It had calmed down, no longer the forceful torrent it once was, but it didn't look to be on the verge of ending. Ilia had started after him, finished before him, and was significantly bigger than him. The fact that the little featherfolk was beating her out in terms of bladder fullness, even when he was filled to bursting and she was merely very desperate, that was stunning. At least, Ilia was astonished. "Wow... Mui, you really needed to tinkle, didn't you?"

    "N-no! D-d-don't look at m-me," he wailed, trying once more to force his remaining pool of pee to flood out, failing this time as well. He had been spraying for so long, he was just too tired. He couldn't work up the energy to go any harder, he just needed to let nature run its course. At least nature decided to have mercy on him this once, because his bladder finally showed signs of emptying, as his stream could no longer reach the wall he had been "doing" on this whole time. Granted, this was partially due to his limp penis hanging close to his legs, moreso pointed down rather than out, but the splattering sound was less intense. Every once in a while, it would flare up with another powerful splash, but it wasn't long before he totally stopped, no matter how long he waited, with only droplets leaving his foreskin.

    He didn't even wait for those dribbles to stop, nor did he do any shaking of his shaft to thrust off any wetness before shoving Mui Jr. straight back into his pants. I just want this s-stupid thing out of sight! And I guess it doesn't matter if i-it's still wet... Why did I even b-bother taking it out if I was g-gonna wet myself so badly? Yes, he washed the stone wall pretty good, and left a massive puddle around his tiny feet, but his pants really did look like he had a huge accident. It was mostly hidden when he rotated his leather apron and medicine bag back to his front, but that thick apron pressed his drenched pants close to his groin. Not touching, but near enough to feel the cool aura on his private parts, shrinking back to keep away.

    She had given him a moment to compose himself, and once that was done, Ilia rephrased her earlier question. "Are you all better now, Mui? I'm amazed a little guy like you could hold that much piddle." The content of her inquiry and remark were nearly identical to the last time she attempted to talk with the featherfolk, but the tone she took had an entirely different sound. Before, it sounded like she was just making conversation, backed by a real interest in Mui, but now she sounded concerned. And if there was any doubt that was her intent, the next words from her lips confirmed it. "You know, it's really dangerous to hold your pee that long. Let your friends know if you need to use the potty from now on, okay?"

    No! I-I don't want anything like this to ever h-happen again! I'd be happy if I n-never needed to go to the b-bathroom for the rest of m-my life! N-nobody needs to know that I ever g-go number one! I-I don't want anyone s-seeing anything about this! But...but I'm no better... Even if the guilt from his inadvertent viewing continued to eat away at his conscience, the image would never leave his memory: he would always remember seeing Ilia's unmentionables. "Um... I-I'm really, r-really sorry..."

    "For what? Oh, for peeking? I mean it, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. There's no need to beat yourself up over that."

    "B-b-but...but you're not supposed to w-watch someone g-go to the bathroom!"

    "Well... Yes, that's true, it's a good rule to have. However, if the person in question isn't mad about it, you don't need to feel guilty."

    "But everyone would be mad! They should be! Nobody should ever be looking at my parts...or anyone else's!"

    It wasn't that she found Mui's violent reaction to the topic to be impossible to understand, she could empathize with the view, but that little slip of the featherfolk tongue was the final piece being put into place. "Oh, I see now..." She thought it over for a moment, when a new idea lit up in her mind. "Hey Mui, do you mind if I come closer?"

    That wasn't something he was expecting to hear. So ashamed of his actions, Mui had just kept staring at the wall, never once looking at Ilia. He had no inkling as to what she could be planning, especially when the request was so out of character for her. She's...asking if I'm o-okay with it? Not just j-jumping at me? "U-um...um, o-okay..."

    It was almost instantly after he agreed that he felt arms wrap around his tummy, in yet another hug from Ilia. Again, his heart skipped a beat from the physical contact, and he really wished he had seen it coming to brace himself for it. Except this time, it wasn't the tight, forceful squeeze she had been giving him up to now. It was soft, gentle, loose, and as she rested her cheek on the top of Mui's fluffy head, her embrace felt familiar. Like this was the kind of hug he would have gotten from his mom when he ran home crying, which he did a lot.

    Of course, given the sizable height difference between the two, leaning against him was not a simple act for Ilia. She had to drop to one knee to be only a head taller than the featherfolk, and with both arms used in the hug, she had little choice but to let the hem of her dress sit in Mui's pee puddle. She did take one hand away from his stomach, but it was to delicately stroke his head as she melodically whispered in his ear. "You don't have to be so shy about your needs, Mui. There's no reason to hold it until it hurts."

    He tried to resist, stay manly, but the feeling of this close contact broke Mui's second dam. His cheeks were already damp from earlier sniffles, but now, the tears flowed and just would not stop. "Waaaaaahhhhh! B-b-but...uguh, but then they'd all g-g-get annoyed with how m-much I have to pee! I c-can't w-w-wait long enough!"

    "So you kept holding it over and over when you were with everyone stopping the Teras Pharma?" Mui nodded, inadvertently bringing Ilia's head along for the ride. It threw her off-balance for a second, but she swiftly recovered, and returned to contemplating Mui's words. "That explains how big your bladder is now, I suppose. But even ignoring that I'm sure you could compare to your friends now, do you really think they would think less of you for that? Rolf seemed nice, would he be that mean to you?"

    "Um, no... B-but it's not j-just that, you know... T-they all seem okay w-with just p-peeing right next to each other, a-and I j-just c-can't do that!"

    "You can't get a little privacy?"

    "I-I can, it's just...r-really awkward to ask. A-and I get a little s-scared if I go by m-myself out in the w-wilderness... I-I mean, I'll do if I really r-really have to, but I don't l-like it..."

    "Would you feel better if you had someone to stand guard? Watch out for danger while staying a good distance away, so you can do your business?"

    Of course I've thought of that, it's j-just... "I-I don't want to bother anyone... They don't h-have to ask for my help, s-so I shouldn't-"

    "Oh, that's not true," Ilia interrupted, nuzzling her cheek against the silky feathers on his head. "Friends do favors for one another. Just because you're a little different doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask for their help. I'd be glad to do that for you any time you needed it!"

    D-doesn't she have to go b-back to her time? Ducking down, Mui escaped Ilia's grip and finally turned to face her, though he did so while backing up against the wall, looking down, shuffling his feet with his wings behind his back. "U-um... O-okay, I'll t-try asking... B-but I'd really rather another b-boy do it..."

    "Of course," she nodded. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Mui. That's the most important thing." Raising her hand with an extended index finger, she poked the featherfolk's little button nose, which caused him to reel back, bump the back of his head on the tiny cliff wall, and cover his nose with his paws. And it was just too cute for Ilia for handle, she giggled and smiled, happy as could be. "You're a good boy, aren't you? I know you're brave enough to ask."

    "Uguh... Y-you really think so?" Admittedly, he didn't look the part right now, with his eyes puffy from crying, and mucus sliding from his nostrils. Still very cute in Ilia's eyes, but not the shining image of strength.

    But that was nothing a little cleanup couldn't fix, and she had a cloth for just that purpose. "Oh, but I guess I just used mine. Hm... Do you have a handkerchief I can use for a second, Mui?"

    "Y-yes, I have onEYAH!" Since he was currently using his wings to wipe his face, Ilia took the liberty of reaching into his bag for him, digging for his cloth square. And she reached a bit too far in to start, bumping the back of her hand against the far wall of the pouch, where she brushed against a little bulge. His natural reaction was to yelp, reflexively knock her hand away, and covered his groin with both paws. "P-please b-be careful if you're g-going to do that!"

    "Sorry, sorry," Ilia chuckled, clearly not shaken by the close contact. "Oh, but look what I found!" By pure dumb luck, the last thing she grabbed onto before being pushed away was a small white handkerchief. "Now come here." She cupped her hand around his cheek and wiped him down with the cloth, vigorous scrubbing to really get in between his feathers.

    There was only so much one little napkin could do, but she got him looking better. "There! Oh, you look so handsome! Now, we should really get back to everyone else. You still have a little seed planting to do, don't you?" Ilia slowly climbed to her feet, returning the handkerchief back to Mui, as she took the lead back around the ramp that had concealed them. However, she turned back after only a few steps away. "Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse for what we were doing." And with a little wink, she went right back to her return to the greater party.

    Only one thing could hold her back her now. Mui, pursing his lips, started to blow air in a rhythmic, melodic sequence. It wasn't particularly loud, but with the two herbalists still so close, it didn't need to be: Ilia heard the whistling. She stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes, and allowed all thoughts to pause in her head, to focus on nothing more than the tune. "Mui, that's a wonderful song," she praised wholeheartedly, clasping her hands close to her chest as she pivoted to look at him again. "What is it?"

    "I-it's a traditional featherfolk song, o-one that we k-keep to ourselves. If you w-whistle it to a f-featherfolk, they s-should trust you."

    Ilia's jaw dropped, her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up until it was quite fast. "Oh Mui, thank you! It's the best gift you could give me!" With that excitable squeal, Ilia leapt at poor Mui, who was far too startled to do anything, and thus had to just sit and take the full weight of her constricting glomp raising him up, squeezing the air from this tiny lungs, which wasn't helped by his oxygen intake being further cut off with his face between her large marshmallows. He was only seconds away from passing out when something occurred to Ilia, and she relaxed her vice-like squeeze. "Oh, but I can't whistle. Could you teach the song to Yusuke, please?"

    "O-okay," he panted, clutching his chest as Ilia let him drop to the ground. Actually, he hadn't moved since getting here, so he landed with a little "squish" in the wet soil. Now, Ilia seemed all too happy to regroup with the party, practically skipping as she ran to where they left everyone. W-wait, don't leave me a-alone! Mui was also more than eager to get away from the huge puddles of both featherfolk and human urine, and quickly hopped after his fellow herbalist. H-humans really are nice...but I s-still can't get used to t-their forwardness...

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    Compared to the open expanse of the Lucille Plain, the Ralos Woods were far more dark and oppressive. Tall trees with thick foliage blocked a lot of sunlight, and the many girthy trunks made it difficult to see anything outside of the clear narrow pathways. Yet Yusuke and the rest of his small team had no choice but to navigate the labyrinthine woodlands to follow a lead on missing craftsmen from Orosk Village in their present time. It would be nearly impossible to safely traverse the forest without someone who knew the lay of the land.

    Lucky for Yusuke and the rest, they had come across someone who fit just that bill: a pink, fluffy featherfolk girl named Meamei. They found her being attacked by monsters, and with a little whistle to assure her they weren't equally dangerous, she was quick to buddy up with everyone. Naturally, Ilia was beyond thrilled to be making another featherfolk friend, and was sticking close to Meamei. For a featherfolk, she was quite the extrovert, humming a song as she led the group with a spring in her step to her house deep in the woods.

    Though they were taking a little break at the moment at Ilia's request, brought on when she noticed Meamei beginning to squirm and stumble in her bounce. She had a hunch as to why that would be the case, so she asked they rest to allow the two to wander behind some plants and give the little bird the chance to handle whatever ailed her. And her theory was soon confirmed, as the featherfolk vocalized without much in the way of shame now that it was just the two of them. "Ah, thank you! Meamei already really had to pee when we met!" Meamei then wasted no time undoing the belt buckle that kept her waist bag on, which was maybe a common accessory among featherfolk, and dropping her loose white pants to her ankles, lifting her right foot out of the pant leg.

    Her next step was obvious: bend her knees to squat. Thing was, featherfolk knees not only faced the opposite direction as humans, they also had approximately half the range of motion as human knees. Meaning, it was biologically impossible for Meamei to squat as low to the ground as a human would. So, as she bent her knees as much as she could, little more than a right angle, and thrust her hips forward. It seemed that was the key to unlock her bladder, because nary a second had passed before a healthy stream of pale yellow urine erupted from her fluffy groin area, falling the two feet to the ground with a slight forward arc. It splashed as a bubbly puddle began to rise from the ground, its soil quickly overwhelmed with more liquid than it could handle, with a satisfying ring that echoed in Meamei's twitching ears. This was a featherfolk girl squat, and she seemed quite pleased with the result, going off how relaxed, relieved, and refreshed she appeared to be mere seconds into her pee. "Ah... Meamei needed that," she chirped.

    Ilia could corroborate that declaration. While it was far from the most chaotic, desperate pee she had ever seen, it certainly looked like it was enough to have been causing Meamei distress. It really was quite a bit... Mmph. I suppose it's quite a bit for me as well. Ilia shifted in her shoes and quietly groaned at the sound of Meamei's business, as she realized that a hefty mass of water had accumulated in her abdomen.

    Well, there's only one way to take care of this. No one else can see me, and I'm sure Meamei won't mind. Ilia planted her feet more than shoulder-width apart, enough to create a clean gap between her thighs, as she spun her bag to her side and lifted the front of her dress well above her waistline, flashing her panties. And she soon flashed a lot more, because her right hand pushed her underwear down, stretched just above her knees, and spread her private lips with her index and middle fingers, tugging her genitalia higher up, until her urethra pointed upwards and outwards.

    And she promptly let go. Ilia produced her own clear, warm brook, splattering in the grass with a resonance just as pleasing as the featherfolk's. "Hah..." It wasn't an emergency, but the herbalist still felt pretty good about releasing her urine. She wasn't getting much power or distance from it; in fact, no shortage of dribbles raced down her legs or drizzled into her underwear, but enough cleanly showered ahead of her that she felt no reason to worry. And doing it this way was so much faster than squatting!

    It was a lot more impressive to witness, as well. At least, Meamei thought so, as she looked over while still in the middle of her own half-squat leak. "Wow! That's amazing! How did you learn to do that? Can you teach Meamei?"

    "This is actually my first time doing it," she informed, clearly astounded at her own success. "I'm not even sure why I thought of doing it this way, it's like I always knew the method." Given that they had only just met, she didn't want to overwhelm Meamei with topics like time travel, but she had a good idea where this currently very useful skill had originated. I bet you weren't expecting "peeing standing up" to be part of your teachings, were you, Mui?

  8. People whose kinks are rooted in humiliation/degradation, does it negatively impact your wellbeing/self-esteem?

    I know for sure that my kinks formed from previous traumas (years of verbal, physical and even sexual bullying growing up, abusive relationships etc) all contributed, to the point where I can't really reach "full" turned on unless I'm being degraded, doing something degrading, or imagining that scenario.

    However once the act is done and you get the post-o slump, its been getting worse and worse for me. The "why am I here? What the fuck did I just look at? What am I doing?". Even developing the messing one caused me to feel so ashamed and depressed I wanted to SH for years. I kind of even used it as self harm sometimes when I felt bad about myself, to make myself feel even worse. I definitely feel like it hasn't helped my self esteem at the very least. Mainly only being able to get off when imagining something degrading, something formed from traumatic experiences can't be good for me in the long run.

    Have you tried ignoring or getting rid of your kinks related to degradation/humiliation? Telling a therapist about it? What have you done to combat those side feelings of shame, low self-esteem, disgust?

  9. Latest Entry

    By Kyuu ,

    Hello everyone!

    As you may have already noticed, OmoOrg has undergone some changes recently.

    The first and most apparent update is our revamped forum overview page, which now features art of our one and only Shizuku drawn by @hitsujiomo!

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  10. Download Full Image Set

    Magic The Peeing Full Spoiler.zip

     

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    Hello! I think it's well overdue I actually post this thing. The set is now fully complete and has gone through a few internal limited playtests. The set is essentially in a finished stage at this point, but may still change based on feedback now that it's available to everyone.

    Special thanks to @ZirconiumPen for invaluable assistance with wording consistency and general editing, as well as participating in several enlightening playtesting sessions.

    Big thanks to @Biku, @Bombality, @Sunflower and @Jailor Eckman for allowing me to use their art for cards. Not all cards have art, but the once that do are elevated by these incredibly talented Omorashi artists.

    This is just the visual spoiler (that is to say, the cards themselves). Additional resources such as a Cockatrice package will be added in the future. Enjoy!

     

     

  11. The scorpion skittered across the parched earth, baking under the morning sun. A rock’s shadow offered only a brief respite; the heat felt like it was held in the air itself. Pausing, the scorpion looked around for its next meal. It spotted a fat beetle lying in the sand, seemingly dead, and rushed forward to claim the prize. However, when the scorpion was mere inches from the beetle, it paused. Its rudimentary senses were screaming that something wasn’t right. Then there was a low rumbling sound from beneath the earth. The scorpion jumped aside just in time as a massive pair of reptilian jaws rose from the dirt and snapped shut over the beetle. Looking back as it fled, the scorpion realized what had happened: what it thought was a beetle was actually the monster’s tongue, acting as a lure. This bizarre creature was just one of the many oddities in the desert surrounding the town of Gulch. Heavy footsteps approached and the scorpion scurried away.

     

    Rawhide, co-sherriff of Gulch, dashed through the desert like a horse possessed by demons. (Which she had seen more than once. Long story.) She was a woman on a mission, a job so important that she had left her partner Snag sleeping back at the camp. Rawhide frantically scanned the area, one of her eyes hidden under bright red hair.

    “C’mon, c’mon!” she muttered to herself. “It’s gotta be around here somewhere!”

    Rawhide spotted a boulder and looked behind it.“Nope,” she grumbled. “Not it.” She continued her mad dash, stopping at every large rock she saw, but with no success. “Uh-uh. No. Still no,” she noted. “Also no. Nope. Ah, here we- no, wait, that’s a tortoise.” 

     

    Rawhide’s desperate search continued for several minutes, but to no avail. Eventually, she sank to her knees in despair.

    “Where is it, dangit?” the sheriff cried out. A lone tumbleweed rolled by in response. It growled at Rawhide, showing off a mouth of thorny teeth. 

    “Same to you, partner,” Rawhide grumbled. She watched the tumbleweed as it passed by a dead tree leaning against a huge rock. “Funny,” she said to herself, “that looks a bit like- wait!” 

    With a renewed vigor, Rawhide leapt to her feet and dashed behind the boulder. Yes, this was it! Several smaller rocks stood in a circle, forming a makeshift shelter. A wooden sign adorned with messy handwriting confirmed it: RAWHIDE’S PEEING PLACE.

     

    Out in the desert there were many hazards, ranging from monsters to quicksand to dust devils (both the tornado kind and the literal kind). You couldn’t afford to be left vulnerable, and Rawhide had discovered early in her career that one of the most dangerous activities in the wilderness was one of the simplest: relieving herself. She had been literally caught with her pants down more times than she cared to admit. So when Rawhide had discovered this safe haven a few months ago, she had been quick to mark the location for future use. And right now, she desperately needed to use it.

     

    Trembling from her need to pee, Rawhide stepped inside the circle of stones and lowered herself into a squat. She lifted up her dress, lowered her bloomers and relaxed her bladder. Urine rushed out of her with a loud hiss, spraying the ground with golden rain. A nearby scorpion ran for cover as the deluge continued, the liquid quickly being absorbed by the sand.

    “Phew, that’s better,” Rawhide sighed. “Almost thought I wouldn’t make it.”

     

    Rawhide’s bladder continued to drain for a long time, but eventually it ran dry. In lieu of toilet paper, Rawhide shook herself dry before putting her clothes back in place. 

    “Boy, I needed that,” she said to herself. “‘Til next time, Peeing Place.”

    With that, she headed back to camp with a spring in her step. The scorpion, meanwhile, stayed hidden under a rock, unsure of exactly how it had almost gotten drenched.

  12. A Late Night at the Office
    An archived interactive fiction thread with images. Original run date - 11/17/21

    Laramie Halford spends a late night at work, trying to get an important coding project done, but when a little too much coffee to drink starts causing problems for the poor panda, she soon discovers that a full bladder is the least of her worries... and perhaps one of the best things to happen to her in years. This is an archived record of an interactive fiction that ran on the Omorashi.Org Discord server back in November of 2021. It includes multiple images throughout, and features ongoing narration. It's about 56 pages with images. I wish I could include a better image for the thumbnail, but my more dramatic shots would be spoilers 😉

    This interactive was produced using Alchemy Viewer AgileAkita for Second Life.

    A Late Night at the Ofiice.pdf

  13. My plan is to get it to be a time based need to go. So I’ll go every 4 hours, based on a timer on my phone that continually resets. Im currently being nice to my self and allowing a free pee a day if I missed the pee because of life commitments.

  14. Back in November I was working part time on a National Novel Writing Month Omorashi story. I wanted another convoluted reason why a character would have to deal with a lot of Omorashi situations. An old interest of mine is how complicated old undergarments were, and how impossible it must have been for a fancy woman to just go and take a piss. So I did some research, watched some videos, and was pleasantly surprised. 

    This was one of the first videos I watched. It seemed that as we got closer to 'modern' times, women's undergarments were often two legs strung together. As long as their legs weren't spread eagle, visually they were decent down below. But that means that they didn't have to undress a whole bunch to use the restroom. They could just pull up their dress and the cage underneath, and find a proper sitting position to let loose. This did sort of spoil my Omorashi fantasy of a woman so flustered with her layers that she wets herself, but that is okay.

    As time went on, women started to wear different combinations of leggings, split drawers, bodices, camisoles, cages, and bustles. All in the hopes of staying ahead of fashion. In a story set during the late 1800s early 1900s, your characters can wear pretty much whatever kind of funny underwear you want and it would probably be 'correct enough'. So I decided to just know about a few of them and run with whatever I liked most.

    So I knew I wanted a story set around the 1900s, but since I couldn't have the problem of layers I needed some new crisis that lead to a woman constantly being in a desperate and humiliating situations (focus on the humiliation). My solution was to go toward horror. Not the absolutely grotesque like blood from the desiccated corpse, but more like an ominous dread that hangs over the characters. The sort of lingering insanity story. It would allow me to have wettings related to fear without any blood or gore ruining the mood. I'm not a huge fan of fear wetting relatively, as I like desperation. But when combining the two, I'm okay.

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    Enter Halifax Manor. Can't even remember how I got to that name. Either way I went with an old trope for easy entry. Character is going to inherit property, but she has to stay at a creepy property first. Except in the case of this story, Halifax Manor is far away from any town (for isolation), has a small staff (for witnesses), and has an odd shortage of bathrooms (for drama). There is a small staff there, including the lawyer that is judging if our MC is 'brave enough' to inherit the property. 

    I've written out a fair chunk, and I'll be working on more over the next couple of days. I'll post it and a couple of other stories over the next couple of days maybe...

    The language I'm using is mostly to avoid the sort of 'improper' language that the character herself would avoid. So you'll notice me sort of talking around the desperation at hand.

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    The journey to Halifax manor was a long one. After the journey through Blackburn forest and through the foothills, it requires going up a rather steep mountainside. There was a small village about halfway up the mountain, by the name of Saint Martin, where simple people seemed to live their life oblivious of the world going on below them. Then the rest of the journey was avoiding falling off the side of the mountain as you weaved back and forth along the S-shaped road toward the manor. Occasionally a sign would remind you that you are heading to Halifax manor, and literally nowhere else. 


    Megan counted the signs, there were 10 before she saw the manor peeking over the treetops. Black tiles on a steep rooftop that slowly came into view. She looked out the carriage window and could see that further down the dreary road through the mountain forest, there was a large black iron gate. This was it, she was finally here at Halifax. 


    The wagon slowed down some 100 yards from the gate, then came to a stop.


    She didn’t know why, so at first she just waited. Then she heard the driver jump down and come around the side. It was middle-aged man, mustache too large for his face as if it stole hair from the top of his head.


    “Sorry miss, this is as far as I go,” he said with a nod and a tip of his hat.


    “As far as you go?” Megan snapped, leaning back as if he reached out to slap her, “the gates are right there. Do you expect me to drag my luggage all the way over there?”


    The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but then thought better. He looked over to the gates, and she could see his eyes lower to the ground before he turned back. She assumed he thought better of his idiotic comment.


    “I know better than to get any closer, miss. I can unload your luggage here and I’ll wait with it until you get all of it of course. But uhm…” 


    She could see that pushing him on this wasn’t going to work. It must have been some policy for his carriage company. Maybe it was a disagreement with the previous owners of the manor. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to budge. She let out a huff, and opened the door to the carriage before hopping out.


    Her shoes sank into the dirt a bit. Of course the road here would be unpaved, but it was also uneven and soft. One more problem she would have to look at, if she got the chance.

    Megan stood by as the older man pulled her pieces of luggage down and stacked them in the dirt. She stood with arms crossed, making sure her displeasure was known. If she was going to have to suffer at the hands of this stickler, she wouldn’t pretend to enjoy it.


    “You need help there ma’am?” A man shouted. 


    She turned and saw a large man approaching wearing a thick wool coat with a burlap sack over his shoulder. His face was shaved, but seemed to have turned to stubble since the last clean shave.


    Megan stood from the carriage, “I’m fine. I mean, you are?”


    The man came over and without answering grabbed a bag from the hands of the driver and brought it down to the road.


    “Thank you, sir,” The driver said, “some of these are rather heavy.”


    “No kidding,” the man said with a laugh. 


    “Excuse me,” Megan said while looking between them, “those are my bags. I asked who you are.”


    The man chuckled, “just a helping hand. You need to get these up to the doors?”


    Megan looked down the road, and then to the man. He didn’t seem dangerous, but it was a mystery why he was all the way up here. It made her a little nervous. Then again, he didn’t look like a dangerous man. His features were strong, his hands were worked but he had a charming smile. It seemed like he could be trusted with this much. 


    “Sorry,” Megan said with a nod, “yes, please. It seems the driver here isn’t able to take us any further.”


    The man grabbed two bags and started to walk. He made a motion with his head for her to follow. She did, walking beside him as they went along toward the gate.


    “It is a superstition thing,” the man said, “they think this place is cursed. Bad luck kind of stuff, you know.”


    Megan looked over her shoulder. The driver was standing super close to his carriage, as if the slightest fright would send him back behind the reins and he would flee. It seemed ridiculous, a house like this actually being cursed?


    “I didn’t know,” Megan said, “I knew this place was out of the way, and falling apart, but to think the locals think it is cursed as well.”


    The man shrugged, “it happens with people like this. They don’t get out much. Going to pick you up is probably the furthest he will get away from home all year.”


    Megan looked up at the man, “well, thanks for helping then. Since it seems help around here will be scarce.”


    He looked back down at her, and didn’t say a word for a few steps. Just before she got nervous from the attention, he said, “Name’s Byron, by the way.”


    “Megan Unsworth,” she replied, “sorry if I seemed standoffish earlier. It has been a rather long journey and I thought I was finally at a point where I could unwind.”


    Byron chuckled, “well ma’am you’ll have plenty of time to do whatever you wish up here. Not much else to be done I’m afraid. This place isn’t much for entertainment.”


    Megan was going to ask exactly what Byron was doing out there, but she didn’t know if he would take offense. If this mountain was his home, then it would seem odd to question why he was here at all. So she kept the thought to herself.


    They made it to the iron gate. It arched up and had a giant crowing rooster at the peak of it, along with the name Halifax in the bars themselves. The rest of the way around was a simple-pike like design that rose up. It would be hard for anyone to climb without ripping themselves up. That was some small security.


    “You’re expected, I assume?” Byron asked as they got to the gate.


    Megan snapped out of her thoughts, “Yes, I have to meet with a Mr. Lee this afternoon. Glad I made it here as early as I did. Maybe I can unpack before we proceed with matters.”


    Byron nodded, put down one of her bags, and then went over to the gate. It had a lock at the center, the kind that looked like it required a sturdy metal key of old make. Byron grabbed the gate and pulled, but the gate rattled and stayed put.


    “Strange, it should be open if you are expected.” Byron looked past the gate, hoping to spot someone from between the bars. On the other side was the manor itself, a large dark house three stories high. The windows were dark, the grass was dried out, fall leaves covered the ground leaving bare trees. The place gave a grim appearance. 


    “I’ll go grab your other bags,” Byron said, “see if you can get Mr. Lee’s attention by rattling the gate. Someone should hear you and come on out.”


    “Are you sure?” Megan asked.


    But Byron was already on his way back to the carriage. Leaving Megan there at the gate by herself. Byron seemed to know what he was talking about, so she rattled the gate as loud as she could. The sound of the metal screeching was loud enough to grate on her nerves, and it echoed over the grounds. There was no immediate response. She looked back toward Byron, he was walking backwards, motioning her on to keep doing what she was doing. Then he turned and started to pick up his pace back toward the carriage.


    Megan took a deep breath, and rattled the gate again. There was nothing at first, then she thought she could hear the sound of approaching steps crunching through leaves. She tried to see where they were coming from, but there was no sign of anyone.


    “Hello! Anyone here?” she asked before banging the gate around again. 


    The steps increased in kind. Megan tried to squeeze her head between the bars to see better. She could pinpoint the origin of the sound better now, it was coming around the house on her right. Something was coming, but it wasn’t a person.


    It was a hound, massive and black. It was rushing toward the gate with teeth bared and reckless speed.


    Megan froze in place. It was coming straight for her. Could it get through the gate somehow? The bars were close together, but maybe it could. Her heart started to pound, and she felt a cold sweat start over her whole body. She wanted to look back and see if Byron was coming, or the driver, or anyone. Someone had to know that this was happening, someone had to be there and ready to help her, surely. But she couldn’t move, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the approaching beast. Its eyes were locked with hers, it knew its target, and nothing was going to stop it from hurting her. 


    Then a terrible dread took hold of her. The long journey, the exhaustion, and everything together put her at risk of doing something absolutely mortifying before she was also mauled.

    Her whole body tensed as if to resist that notion of absolute defeat. But that was one problem delayed, and another was still heading toward her at a breakneck pace. 


    “Byron!” Megan screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes closing as she shouted up to the heavens, “Byron!”


    There was a terrible clash against the iron, and immediately the black beast let out a rancorous snarling and gnashing. She could hear it crashing and hear teeth snapping. If it was going to be able to squeeze through the gate, she had to know, what if she had to run?


    Her eyes peeked open, and she was met with teeth reaching out for her from a muzzle pushed well past the iron bars.


    “Aaaaaah!” Her scream was pure instinct as fear swept down her body. She wanted to hold herself tight, keep every muscle constricted as if that would maintain some sort of dignity. But something instinctive knew better, knew that she had to be loose, ready to run, ready to flee from this terrible creature. That she had to let everything go.
    So as cold fear spread down her body, from waist down there was a disturbing warmth that began as a spray so powerful that she could swear it was audible. Then it flowed from there, down the right leg more than the left, dampening her leggings immediately.


    “Ma’am!” Byron appeared at her side, standing between her and the dog. 


    Megan fell back into the dirt, landing hard on her rear with mortifying squishing sensation. 


    “Are you okay?!” Byron shouted as he looked over his shoulder to her.


    The realization of what she had done sank in. Her butt was soaked, and her leggings were hot. She stopped her humiliation temporarily, but she knew there was more to come. Her eyes burned with tears.


    “It… it showed up out of nowhere…” she was gasping as she tried to talk. 


    “Miss Unsworth?” Said another man’s voice. Both Byron and Megan turned to a man now standing at the side of the dog. He was wearing a brown suit, and had short and styled brown hair. His skin was pale, and his eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He grabbed the dog at the collar, and it immediately calmed down.


    “Mr. Lee?” Byron said as he turned to Megan and held a hand out for her, “where were you? Why was the gate locked?”


    Lee’s eyes were locked on Megan, watching her as she took Byron’s hand and was pulled to her unsteady feet.


    “My apologies,” Mr. Lee said, “there was a problem on the back half of the property in the garden, and I didn’t want to leave the front unattended. I didn’t expect our guest to be this punctual.”


    Megan steadied herself, locking her knees and getting her body under control. She could feel the rapidly cooling shame on her legs, but her dress was long enough that she wasn’t sure anyone else had noticed. Her fear was under control now. But her needs were still there, just more natural. If she could get them to stop arguing so she could make it to a washroom, there was still a chance, though growing slimmer by the second.


    “Can we take this conversation inside?” Megan asked, wiping the tears from her eyes, “that beast gave me quite the fright, and I would love to compose myself.”
    Mr. Lee stood without saying a word for a moment, his eyes scanning Megan up and down. 


    She wondered if her humiliation was already obvious. 


    “Agreed,” Mr. Lee said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key as archaic as she expected. He unlocked the gate and pulled the dog far back. Byron opened the gate, and Megan wobbled her way through.


    “Mr. Mack, see that her luggage gets inside while she gets comfortable.” Mr. Lee said as he made a motion toward the door.


    Megan looked from Lee and the dog, to Byron.


    Byron gave her a touch on the elbow. While the action was definitely meant to be kind, in her current state any physical contact was unnerving in itself. But he nodded to her, “go ahead, I’ll bring your bags in right away. Mr. Lee is a good man, if a little preoccupied.”


    She tried not to visibly fidget. Her body felt weak, shaken. The dog was calmer now, but still looked ready to strike if Lee gave the command. She stepped past them, and headed for the front door. Her clothing was cooling rapidly, wadding up. She had to force herself not to waddle as she made her way up the long cobblestone path to the double doors. 


    They were talking behind her. About what, she didn’t know, and she didn’t dare stop long enough to find out. She reached the door, and when she went to open it she found it was also locked. But before she could panic further, there was the sound of someone unlocking it, and the doors pulled back to reveal a plump woman with long black hair and rosy cheeks.


    “Ah, you must be Miss Unsworth?” The woman said. Her voice was young but still had a motherly charm. She looked into Megan’s eyes, and immediately stepped in and whispered, “Is something wrong dear? Are you okay?”


    Megan nodded, “Yes, I could just use a place to freshen up.”


    “Ah!” The woman said, “the lavatory. Of course, you’ve had a long journey ma’am. I’ll show ya’ the way.”

     

  15. I started my training with a few baseline measurements, with no measurements above 260mL, and no urges above a 7. I explained my urgency rating system in my introduction blog post, but I included the scale at the bottom here as well. Up until recently, I had been emptying my bladder at the slightest urge. If I want to not feel the need to go so easily and actually have better capacity, I’ll need to work on it. I thought that going 150mL at a 5 was respectable, but it would be more impressive if it could be twice that output, or even more.

     

    My very first measurements were in a makeshift measurement container – a recyclable plastic jar, with some markings on the side based on filling gradually with a measuring cup. Then my boyfriend and I got a graduated cylinder that goes up to 1L (and like I mentioned before, it’s possible I’ll need an upgrade someday). We kept the makeshift jar, in case we both need to urgently relieve ourselves while still measuring our capacity.

     

    The time I hit 400mL was my first real deliberate hold. My boyfriend encouraged me to keep holding longer than I would have otherwise. It was just me holding by myself As I’m starting I’m sure this is helpful. But later I’ll want to see how well I can motivate myself. (To be continued.) My boyfriend audited the data collection and made sure it was done with integrity. But it was clear I had performed respectably, and my output in the cylinder showed.

     

    This was my best performance up to this point, but it was overshadowed by one of my boyfriend’s a week before. He went over 460mL at only a 7. What seems impressive is getting high output for low urgency ratings. So at this point, he’s more impressive than me, which is what I expected to begin with. Let’s see how I improve, and maybe someday I’ll outdo him.

     

    Something I’ll be doing more so as I continue is deliberately drinking more. I’ve learned through some experience and hearing from others that holding for many hours won’t always have impressive results. I appreciate the encouragement and suggestions I’ve received from connections on OmoOrg and PeeFans.

     

     

     

     

    Until next time,

     

    Rita

     

     

     

     

     

    Urgency rating scale

     

    1

    Preemptive, no feeling

    2

    Preemptive, bit of feeling

    3

    Nuisance, low

    4

    Nuisance, medium

    5

    Nuisance, high

    6

    Urge, low

    7

    Urge, medium

    8

    Urge, high

    9

    Urgent and antsy

    10

    Desperate!

     

     

    X

    Exceeded boundaries - not good

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    Start with your bladder at 8/10.Watch water world or a two hour movie. You got to stand with your legs spread apart. And wearing only panties. You are not allowed to pee until the movie ends.

  17. So just got a nice package of new nappies and popped one on 

     

    I wonder if it will still be dry later

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    2020 was a fairly productive year for me. All I did was stay home and draw omo... a lot of omo.

    For all the support I’ve received, both financially and emotionally, I truly am grateful. On the practical side of things, financial support from my patrons  allows me to continue drawing omo for a living. I used to work in food service and draw as a hobby, but I was so exhausted from work that I couldn’t produce much. I want to continue to make a lot of high quality content for everyone, and Patreon helps make that possible.

    It’s not just money that sustains me, though. I’ve been very lucky to receive a lot of positive feedback, and even some constructive criticism. This tells me that people care about my art, which motivates me to keep going. To everyone who followed, liked,  or commented on my art, I really wanna thank you from the bottom of my heart. So... THANK YOU!!!!!

    I have some cool stuff planned for next year, so stay tuned! My plans are to make more comics and to practice animation.

    Cheers, everyone! Happy new year!!

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  18. In the heart of Hyrule’s most barren desert, there lay the oasis of Gerudo Town. Exclusive to women (vai, in Gerudo tongue), the city was famed for many things: its beautiful jewelry, first-class shopping, and the strong and proud Gerudo warriors, to name a few. It was also known for the popular bar The Noble Canteen, where a Gerudo named Deltan currently sat, nursing her sorrows.

     

    “‘I don’t like girls twice my height,’” she groaned, slurring her words. “But I’m only eight feet tall!” She downed the rest of her drink and called over to Furosa, the bartender. “Hey! Bring me another!”

    “I think you’ve had quite enough, young lady,” Furosa replied.

    “N-nonshense!” Deltan protested. “I’ve only had… uh, I forget how many.”

    “Look, it’s getting dark,” Furosa said with a sigh. “I have to close up shop.”

    Reluctantly, Deltan got to her feet, tossed some coins onto the bar, and staggered out the door.

    “I’ll be buh-back tomorrow,” she proclaimed.

    “I don’t doubt that,” Furosa muttered, watching the drunken Gerudo leave.

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    In the outskirts of the city, a lone figure paced back and forth. It stopped briefly and adjusted the veil over its face. Link, the hero of Hyrule, had been in worse predicaments, but never one this odd. As if having to cross-dress to enter Gerudo City wasn’t enough, he was now faced with a new dilemma: how to relieve himself without blowing his cover. He had been searching for Korok seeds at sunset when he felt a sudden urge in his bladder. All the liquid-filled hydromelons he had consumed to keep cool were coming back to haunt him.

     

    Normally, Link would have just found an out-of-the-way shrub or tree. However, his need was so urgent this time that he doubted he would make it far from the city. And while he wasn’t technically inside the walls, the Gerudo guards were on duty all day and night. If one of them saw him peeing while standing, it would raise some questions at the very least. 

     

    Another surge, stronger this time, hit him, and Link realized he had no choice. Looking around for anyone who might be watching, he ran up to one of the outer walls for some cover. He pulled down the front of his sirwal just enough to let his penis out and relaxed his bladder. A steady stream of urine flowed out, striking the wall and running down to the ground, where it was swallowed by the desert sand. Link sighed in relief. Then he heard footsteps approaching…

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    Deltan tried to make her way home, but it wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be spinning, and it was really starting to get dark now. Walking near the edge of the city limits, she started to feel the other effects of all the alcohol she had consumed. Furosa experimentally put a hand on her midsection and was surprised at the size of the bulge she felt.

    “Oooh.. so full,” she mumbled. “Gotta… gotta.. pssshhh…”

    Deltan hissed out the onomatopoeia and felt a few drops of urine trickle down her legs, urged on by the sound.

     

    “Gotta… do it now!” Deltan moaned. As fast as she could, she staggered out a gateway to the city’s outer walls. Even though she was drunk, she still had the presence of mind to not want to be seen doing something like this. Furosa found a wall that looked isolated enough and dropped her pants to her ankles. It was only then that she noticed a tinkling noise coming from her right. She turned and saw something that she had missed in the darkness, something unusual: a Hylian dressed in Gerudo garb, standing and urinating against the wall.

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    Link’s heart began to race as the Gerudo woman approached him and disrobed. He turned away and tried to finish his business quickly, but his stream was showing no signs of slowing down.

    “Hey!”

    Link began to panic. If the Gerudo recognized him as a man, he’d never be let back in the city.

    “Hey!” the Gerudo called again. “Yesh, you!”

    This is it, Link thought. I’m done for.

    “Hey! Lishen!” the Gerudo slurred. Link braced himself for the worst.

    “Hey, w-where’d you learn to pish like a Gerudo?”

    Huh? A look of confusion clouded Link’s face. What is she talking about?

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    Seeing the confusion on the Hylian vai’s face, Deltan decided that a demonstration was in order.

    “Yuh-you know, like this!”Deltan took two fingers and spread her labia like the wings of a Keese. She allowed her bladder to let go, and a thick stream gushed from between her legs at an almost horizontal angle. It easily put the Hylian’s trickle to shame, sending droplets flying as it showered the wall in a chaotic spray. Deltan took a few steps backwards to avoid the backsplash and admire the success of her efforts. All Gerudo warriors were taught to relieve themselves standing up; it was much more convenient than squatting. Still, Furosa doubted many could achieve the distance or power she was currently getting. She laughed as her veritable waterfall of pee continued to soak the stone.

    “Shee this, Hylian? This is how we Guh-Gerudo do it!”

     

    After an eternity, Deltan’s bladder was finally empty. She pulled her pants back up and noted with pride that the sand was barely absorbing any of her puddle. 

    “Whadya think of that?” she asked, turning towards the smaller vai, who had finished peeing much earlier. The Hylian was bug-eyed. She stared unblinkingly at Deltan for a moment before dashing off, hands covering her groin.

    “Wha whuzzat all about?” Deltan wondered aloud. She shrugged. “Hylians, huh?”

  19. The sun was high in the sky on a hot July day, beating down on the asphalt surrounding a gas station. It was an old building, probably built a good 50 or 60 years ago during the heyday of highway expansion in North America. Nonetheless, a faded sign on the edge of the parking lot proudly declared "LAURIER COUNTY PETROLEUM". The only car in the parking lot was a tired-looking Chevy pickup truck. Not a customer in sight. The only sign that the building was even occupied was a neon "OPEN" sign in the window and the hum of a rooftop air conditioner.

    Just then, a little Toyota hatchback pulled off the highway and into the parking lot. A woman wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt opens the door and hops out of the driver's seat. She's clearly a long way from home and many miles away from any other bathroom. Lucky for her, she found this place in the nick of time. She pushes open the door to the gas station and walks right to the cashier.

    "Um, can I use your guys's bathroom?"

    The cashier was a 40something year old man wearing brown aviator glasses and a button-up plaid shirt. He had some stubble on his face and wore a nametag that said "RON". He was also smoking a cigarette, which is probably breaking a whole lot of safety laws for a gas station. He stared at the woman for a second.

    "Yeah, sure. 's 'round back. Y'don't need a key."

    "Okay. Thank you!" Phew. Just in time. The woman headed out of the store and walked around behind it. There were two doors on the back wall, one marked "MALE" and one marked "FEMALE". The woman grabbed the handle to the woman's room. Nothing. Oh dear. She knocked on the door, then waited a second, all the while stepping from foot to foot.

    "Hello? Is somebody in there?"

    No answer.

    "Could you hurry up in there?" She hesitated. "I really have to go!"

    Again, no answer. The guy said she didn't need a key, right? She hesitated for a minute, then tried the handle to the men's room. Same thing, the door wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pushed or how she turned the knob. What is going on here?

    Just then, she noticed a white steel panel mounted in the wall beside the door. Huh? She took a closer look. It was a coin slot, like the kind you'd see on arcade cabinets. There was also some text above the slot.

    "WASHROOM ACCESS 50 CENTS QUARTERS ONLY"

    What the hell? That couldn't be legal. It wasn't where the woman was from. But her bladder wasn't going to give her any time to complain. Annoyed, the woman pulled out her wallet. She was starting to dance around a bit more in front of the door. A little embarrassing, but nobody was around to see it at least. She fished through every pocket of her wallet. Nothing but a few nickels and a dime. Not even thirty cents, and no quarters. Uh oh. The woman also had a $20 and a $50 bill and a couple credit cards. But not one quarter. 

    The woman hurried around the front of the store then went back inside, right back to the cashier. She pulled the $20 out of her wallet.

    "Hi, um, can you make change for a twenty?"

    "S'rry. Can't make change 'less you buy somethin'. Company policy."

    "Please, can you make an exception just this once? I only need two quarters." The woman was trying not to hold herself in front of the man. 

    The man's expression remained unchanged. "Rules is rules, lady." He pulled out another cigarette from a carton of Marlboro Golds and lit the new cigarette off the butt of his current one. "Can't make 'ceptions. 'll lose m'job." 

    Angered, disgusted, and above all desperate to pee, the woman hurried into the back of the store and looked for something, anything, that she could buy to make change. She grabbed a bag of chips off a shelf without even checking the price tag, then hurried back to the counter. She handed him a $20.

    "There. There you go, I bought something."

    "Thank ya, miss. Change is $17.05."

    What? The woman was practically dancing at the counter by now. "I just told you I needed two quarters!"

    "Bag a' Ruffles comes out t' $17.05 in ch-"

    The woman angrily grabbed a barbeque lighter out of a display on the counter and slammed it down. "I'm buying this! What is my change now?"

    "Uhhh... $14.70." The man counted it out. Every coin felt like it took an eternity to be counted. She could feel the weight of all the liquid in her bladder, aching to come out. The pressure was becoming too great. Not here, she thought. For the love of God, don't let me pee myself here...

    "Here ya go. Thanks fer stoppin' in." The woman was out the door with her change before "Ron" finished his sentence. She dropped the crap she had bought on the hood of her car and hurried around back of the gas station once again. Her underwear felt a bit damp. Had she leaked? She hoped not. Right back to the woman's door she went. The woman opened her palm and looked at the coins she had been given. Where were the quarters? She desperately shuffled through the coins, dancing on the spot. She found one then shoved it in.

    ktchunk

    The mechanism accepted it. She looked through, then found the other! She slipped it in the slot and pushed the handle.

    Nothing. What? The woman panicked for a second as she felt her underwear get a little bit wetter. She looked at the slot. The coin return had spit the quarter back out. She took it out of the return and shoved it back in. It came out again. She tried a third time. And, of course, out it comes. She pushes on the door as hard as she can, practically trying to bust it down. She starts pounding on it with the hand that isn't jammed into her crotch in a futile effort to try and stop herself from having an accident. The woman is on the verge of tears. Her bladder is at its absolute limit! Why isn't this working?! Infuriated, the woman pulls out the quarter and looks at it.

    It's not a quarter. It's a silver Chuck-E-Cheese token.

    The woman's bladder bursts. Her hand suddenly feels warm as pee soaks right through her panties and jean shorts. It streams down her legs, soaking her sneakers and socks. She starts to form a puddle on the concrete outside the door. By the time she's done peeing, her shorts are soaked and urine has made its way to a nearby storm drain, making a trickling sound. 

    As the defeated woman walks back to her car, she whips the token at the front window of the gas station. It makes a loud ping sound as it ricochets off the glass. The woman gets back into her Toyota and pulls back onto the highway with her middle finger pointing out of the window at the gas station the whole time.



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    Thanks to @Citrus for the story idea!

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